The Circus
The travelling circus has left town
And left this sad old clown behind
Everyone says it’s time to go home
But I have only just got here
So please give me just one more beer
And I promise to then disappear
Y’know there’s always a small group of clowns
That gather on the edge of each town’s corners
When it’s late and the start of a new day
Each day feels just the same as the last
Same film, same script and same cast
You can’t live this life in reverse
And we all end up dead in the back of a hearse
I told her that I had a dream, but it seems
That we all have our own individual dreams
The audience has now gone
It seems like nobody stays
Maybe if I try really hard
I could get through a few more days
For the circus has left this town
And left this sad old clown behind
With you on my mind
I look to the stars and start singing
But nobody understands what I say
My future’s not blinding
And I don’t need reminding
Nothing ever lasts around here
No I don’t know which way I should turn
Guess I’ll wait for the circus, to one day return
The circus maybe stands for a brief diversion from the mundane world, weighted down with so much misery. Many lonely forgotten people enduring one day to the next. The circus is make believe, colours, noise, excitement then when it’s over they pack up sometimes leaving people more desolate than before.
I sense a lot of depression or maybe the inference of the transience of diversion from the gloom.
Enjoyed it.
Alison x
I love your take on it. I hadn’t thought of that. Andy x