Walking the line, balancing many faces

Learning to fly, straight as the crow

All green and red, torn into sideshow pieces

Pulling her chute, just for the show

Following signs, pointing to empty spaces

Made from a tree, too old to grow

Picture in pocket, the joker has colored creases

Close to her chest, where blood river flows

 

So hold tight, cause she’s moving on

And tonight, she’ll be gone

So hold tight, because she’s grooving

Where she belongs

 

Up in the air, walking the tightrope nightly

Lovestruck clown, dancing below

Can’t look up, can’t have love come falling

Longing to fly, how could she know

Someday soon, she’ll be soaring

Swim through the air, away from his home

Tears of joy, infinite adoring

Makeup tears falling alone

 

So hold tight, cause she’s moving on

And tonight, she’ll be gone

So hold tight, because she’s grooving

Where she belongs