Before you drop the final curtain
Before the big tower crashes down
Before you pack away my trunk case
I'd like to take a final bounce
One last chance to hear the laughter
And see your face there in the crowd
One last moment in the spotlight
One last chance to be your clown
I guess you're tired of walking tightropes
Hope setting up and tearing down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground
Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder
But that's still the place I'm bound
I'm a storm in search of thunder
I'm just a circus leaving town
Once we could fill the room with laughter