Seven years Paint faded from tired suns Hands stay thin From driving this show so long
Big top up Big top comes down again When laughter dies I’m emptier than a lie
But the show must go on and on Otherwise we’re nothing but alive And a ringmaster must never frown When their circus comes, their circus comes to town
Children shout Mouths full of candy cane Wish upon a star That I could be them again
But we all must go on and on Otherwise we’re nothing but alive And a ringmaster must never frown When their circus comes, their circus comes to town My circus comes to town
Oh…
My circus comes My circus comes to town
Wake in the morning I can see a new day, love Wake in the morning I can see a new day Wake in the morning I can see a new day, love Wake in the morning I can see a new day