Circus of the heart

Like faces in a photograph, the sidewalk strangers lean against
the winter wind, that cuts you to the bone
She trades a smile, a strand of hair flies loose across her face
he stares so deep, and is lost into her soul
He sees no one, only her lost in the river of the crowd
The tears of clowns and hand-me downs, that bite the dust, and tear your world apart
in the circus of the heart

Time it was, days were forever seemed like they'd never end
A child can fly with his heart on a moonstring
tomorrow was always a friend, tomorrow was always a friend

He leaves the office out on the street, she waits, their senses are complete
fingers locked, their eyes can't hide the pain
His empty marriage hangs in space, and love is drowning in the face
that taunts his every night and waking dream
And he sees no one, only her, the mother of his child still waits alone
beside the phone that never rings, with bitter tears the loser takes the part
in the circus of the heart

Time it was, days were forever seemed like they'd never end
A child can fly with his heart on a moonstring
tomorrow was always a friend, tomorrow was always a friend
tomorrow was always a friend