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 rain-swept 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.