From the Trapeze - Mayday

Yes, I declare

I let go in mid-air

I was thinking of you

& this town too

All that I left behind

Was nothing I minded selling or burning

'Cept for the bridge that led me to you

(I burned it the day I saw the ad: 'WANTED! A young man to master the arts of

the circus trade!'

So I walked a country mile to the next bus station town,

and here I am)

High above the crowd, this woman in my arms, she is not of my choice but the

daughter of the ringmaster man

Our costumes by design, they are sweet candy for your eyes

But no adequate disguise tonight, no no not in my hometown

As I look out over the gasping jaws

I search the crowd for a familar face

Re-enacting the day I first saw you

And falling like I once fell for you f a l l I n g