Caravan of Fools

The dark and distant drumming The pounding of the hooves The silence of everything that moves Late at night you'll see them Decked out in shiny jewels The coming of the caravan of fools Like the wings of a dove The waiter's white glove Seems to shimmer by the light of the pool Some dull, blinding winter When you can't help but lose You're running with the caravan of fools Love and devotion, deep as any ocean Don't play by anybody's rules With your carousel of horses And your unforeseen forces You're running with the caravan of fools Caravan of fools, caravan of fools You're running with the caravan of fools