My world is turning grey
My life is slipping away
The man who was the circus is weak
Close his eyes, let him sleep
We watch this simple fool turn his cheek
Why does the strong man mock the joy of the weak?
The man who was the circus is memory
While he sleeps, he can't help remembering
And all the clowns gather 'round
Wiping off their smiles as the tears drip down
The man who was the circus is gone
Still the show must go on
