i m the kid who ran away with the circus now i m watering elephants but i sometimes lie awake in the sawdust dreaming i m in a suit of light late at night in the empty big top i m all alone on the high wire ladies and gentlemen there is no net this time he s a real death defier i m the kid who always looked out the window failing the tests in geography but i have seen things far beyond just this schoolyard distant shores of exotic lands there s the spires of the turkish empire six months since we made landfall riding low with the spices of india through gibralter we re rich men all i m the kid who thought we d someday be lovers always held out that time would tell time was talking guess i just wasn t listening no surprise if you know me well as we re walking down toward the train station i hear a whispering rainfall across the boulevard you slip your hand in mine in the distance the train s last call i m the kid who has this habit of dreaming that sometimes gets me in trouble too but the truth is i could no more stop dreaming than i could make them all come true  buddy mondlock all rights reserved