(Buddy Mondlock)

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

Look he's working without a net this time

He's a real death defier



I'm the kid who always looked out the window

Failing tests in geography

But I've seen things far beyond just the schoolyard

Distant shores of exotic lands



There're the spires of the Turkish Empire

Six months since we made landfall

Riding low with the spice of India

Through Gibraltar, 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

I guess I just wasn't listening

No surprise, if you know me well



And as we're walking toward the train station

There's a whispering rainfall

Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine

in the distance the train calls



I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming

Sometimes gets me in trouble too

But the truth is

I could no more stop dreaming

Than I could make them all come true

Than I could make them all come true