Before you draw the final curtain Before the big tower crashes down Before you pack away my trunk case I'd like to take a final bow
One last chance to hear the laughter And see your face there in the crowd One last moment in the spotlight One last chance to be your clown
I guess you're tired of walking tightropes Hope setting up and tearing down You want a place to call forever And rest your feet on solid ground
Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder But that's still the place I'm bound I'm a storm in search of thunder I'm just a circus leaving town
Once we could fill the room with laughter And fill each other's hearts with joy Through each trial and disaster Still we cling to our choice
To take a path so unforgiving A road that waits for no one You know we chose to keep on living Oh, tell me where did we go wrong
I guess you're tired of walking tightropes Hope setting up band tearing down You want a place to call forever And rest your feet on solid ground
Don't try to break this spell I'm under Oh stop these wheels from spinning around I'm a storm in search of thunder Yes I'm just a circus leaving town
Some day you'll wake up and wonder And your heart will start to pound And you'll long for the thunder And the kisses of the clownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
