The Kid - David Wilcox

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 test in geography

But I’ve seen things far beyond just the schoolyard

Distant shores of exotic lands

There, the spires of the Turkish Empire

It’s 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 someday we’d be lovers

Always held out that time would tell

But 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

'Cross 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