Outside the storm clouds gathering, 
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard. 
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks 
So they can in turn reach up and kiss the sky. 

They are driven by a strange desire 
Unseen by the human eye 
Someone is calling. 

I remember when you held my hand 
In the park we would play 
when the circus came to town. 
Look! Over here. 

Outside the circus gathering 
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard. 
The procession moved on the shouting is over 
The fabulous freaks are leaving town. 

They are driven by a strange desire 
Unseen by the human eye. 
Someone is calling. 

The carnival is over 

We sat and watched 
As the moon rose again 
For the very first time.