He Joins the Circus

I never sat on a school bus on a dirt road
When I didn't suffer for a week with a sore throat
Tongue feels like it's been painted on
And when the damn bus hits another bus hits another bump
It's time for a new coat
It didn't help much growing up a punching bag
Dad never saw, so I had to do what I could
I decided to join the circus
And if they ever go away, that day I'll be gone for good
Gone for good, gone for good
I don't know how to train a lion
And I never learned to ride a motorcycle, never made an album sell
I never have seen the ocean
And I'm twenty-two years of age, ain't got a lot to tell
When I wake up in the middle of a daydream
Wondering whether to believe or go back to sleep
If I do, shall I ever dream again?
Are my memories of you only borrowed or are they mine to keep?
Mine to keep?
So come join the circus
You can bring all your fears
We won't try to tame them
'Cause they're yours

I've seen a lot of weirdos sticking their heads
Where they should've been killed, and they're still running all around
Screaming, swallowing swords and fire
Making me crazy, wanna dress like a clown
I like a show as much as the next freak
But when it comes to chicken-head-biting geeks
I prefer, like all the other children
To watch Calamity dance and then we all get weak
All get weak
All get weak
So come join the circus
You can bring all your fears
We won't try to tame them
'Cause they're yours

The circus is the very best place for a fugitive
Living like a scoundrel, living out on the lam
Stealing, raiding old people's gardens
Ends of cigars and strawberry jam
I'm running from my old man, hiding from the banker
And the ring master with his gold smile
Back in the old days when you were with the circus
The running was easy and we'd sit back and laugh a while

So come join the circus
You can bring all your fears
We won't try to tame them
'Cause they're yours

So come join the circus
We can teach you to fly
We won't put a net there
It's your chance to die
To die, to die

I've been with the circus for so many years
And every day it feels more like a home
Funny that I never understood just why
Till the day you up and decided to roam
When I wake up in the middle of a daydream
Wondering whether to believe or go back to sleep
If I do, shall I ever dream again?
Are my memories of you only borrowed or are they mine to keep?
Mine to keep?
Mine to keep?