I write my poem, and sing my song, I paint my picture, and wonder where I belong.
The world is a circus, spinning around. The world is a circus, in the eyes of a clown.
And it goes on, on and on and on. Yet it goes on, on and on and on.
I watch the TV, the children in the carpet. I watch the TV, a man that's trying to be free.
I turn out the light, I don't want to stay. The world is a circus, spinning around. The world is a circus, in the eyes of a clown.
And it goes on, on and on and on. Yet it goes on, on and on and on.
I turn off my radio, and they talk about the world. The village is getting richer, and the world is getting old. I close my eyes, I don't want to see.
The world is a circus, spinning around. The world is a circus, in the eyes of a clown.
And it goes on, on and on and on. Yet it goes on, on and on and on.
I turn off my radio, and they talk about the world. The world is a circus, spinning around. The world is a circus, in the eyes of a clown.
The world is a circus, spinning around. The world is a circus, in the eyes of a clown.
