Текст: Travis Tritt. Circus Leaving Town.

Before you draw the final curtain
Before the big top crashes down
Before you pack away my trunk case
I'd like to take a final bow
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 walkn' tightropes
Of settn' up and tearn' 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 leavn' town

Once we could fill a room with laughter
And fill each other's hearts with joy
Through each trial and disaster
Still we cling to our choice
To take a path so unforgiving
A road that waits for no one
You know we chose to keep on living
Oh, tell me where did we go wrong

I guess you're tired of walkn' tightropes
Of settn' up and tearn' down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground
Don't try to break this spell I'm under
Or stop these wheels from spinn' round
I'm a storm in search of thunder
Yes I'm a circus leavn' town

Some day you'll wake up and wonder
And your heart will start to pound
And you'll long for the Thunder
And the kisses of a clown

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