Acrobatic women dancing with her butt in the air

Dressed up horses, hands clapping

Violins with beating big drums

Through comic curtains he runs People laugh at his painted face

His cartwheels leave people amazed

Walking with the other clowns he paints his skin to face the day

No one knows just what they're thinking, smiles and frowns crumble away There are two sides to a painted face

One side's real and one side's fake One cup to spill and one cup to taste

One life to live and one life to waste

One jump to fall and one saving grace

One's a brick wall and one's the road paved Fire breather, tarot reader

Lion and maestro pack up and drive

Over hills with icy peaks

The painted boy was left behind Far behind is the painted face

But one side leaves and one side waits