You always wanted to be 
Part of a [bad word] For the fun and death defying
But in time you forgot life is small in the big top
And your dreams were slowly dying
What you wanted was not a crime
You could've done it

Now you're always just a little 
little in the middle
little in the middle of where you're bound
Always just a little in the middle
It keeps your head from spinning round

Jugglers walk on the wire 
Lions leap through hoops of fire
As the acrobats go flying
But what's the show all about
When did your north get turned to south
And the [bad word] turn to lying
What you wanted was not a crime 
You could've done it but you needed time

But it's a hole you're digging
hole you're digging you're doing it despite
The so much more you're missing
More you're missing to your left and to your right