Travelin’ Circus Show

Country music has a lot of themes
They sing about trains and hobo’s dreams
But they never sing a song
About a travelin’ circus show, oh no

Rock ’n’ roll punkers are an oddball lot
They sing about rebellion
And smokin’ pot
But they never sing a song
About a travelin’ circus show, oh no

Well, the Irish folks have their reels and jigs
And the jazz musician calls his job a gig
But they never sing a song
About a travelin’ circus show, oh no

Well, I won’t bitch and moan no more,
Rack my brain and pace the floor
I’ll take a pen in hand
And write a song
About a travelin’ circus show

Now I’ll just close my eyes and now I dream
About a circus with wagons
And a roust-about team
Mmmm, smell that cotton candy
And hear those trumpets scream

Come along with me into the tented arena
And you will see the pretty ballerina
Dancing on the back
Of a big old Clydesdale horse

Hey, lookie yonder, here come the clowns
Grease-paint faces of grins and frowns
The ringmaster’s whistle
Will start the big circus show

High up in the tent
Take a look at that
He’s a brave young man, he’s an acrobat
Hangin’ by his teeth
High above the arena floor

Well the happy circus music
Is sometimes sad
And it makes me think back
When I was a lad
And tears fill my eyes
’Til I just cannot see

But the seats are filled
With a new generation
And the circus survives
Just like a powerful nation
And when it ceases to play
That’s gonna be Armageddon day

And if there’s a heaven
In the great beyond
I know God is holding a music baton
And he directs the circus band
Throughout eternity

And the theme of the show is “infinity”
And there we sit
Just you and me
And the star of the show
Is a man from Galilee

Well, it’s the end of the show
Here comes the big parade
It’s the grand finale
You’ll be glad you stayed
To watch these circus troopers
One more time

Yes, this travelin’ circus show
Is a United Nations
And circus people
Have a true dedication
Every show, every time
They lay their lives right on the line

Now I’ll snap my fingers
And come out of this dream
Back to reality’s wicked schemes
I’ve played my make-believe
Game one more time

But all through my life
Every now and then
I’ll play this make-believe game again
Returning to my childhood days
And the circus life

Yes, the travelin’ circus show
Is sometimes sad
Makes me think back
When I was a lad
And tears fill my eyes
’Til I just cannot see