The kid

I'm the kid who ran away with the circus Now I'm watering elephants But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust dreaming I'm in a suit of lights Late at night in the empty big top on I'm alone on the high wire look he's working without a net this time he's a real death defyer I'm the kid who always looked out the windows failing tests in geography But I've seen things far beyond just the school yard distant shores of exotic lands There's the spires of the Turkish empire It's six months sweet we made the land fall riding low with the spice of India Through Gibralter were rich men all I'm the kid who who thought we'd someday be lovers always held out that time would tell time was talking guess I wasn't listening No surprise if you know me well as we're walking toward the train station there's a whispering rainfall across the boulevard you'd slip your hand in mine in the distance the train calls I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming Sometimes gets me in trouble too But the truth is I could stop no more from dreaming then I could make them all come true