Im the kid who ran away with the circus
Now Im watering elephants

But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust

Dreaming Im in a suit of light

Late at night in the empty big top

Im all alone on the high wire

Look hes working without a net this time

Hes a real death defier

Im the kid who always looked out the window

Failing tests in geography

But Ive seen things far beyond just the schoolyard

Distant shores of exotic lands

Therere the spires of the turkish empire

Six months since we made landfall

Riding low with the spice of india

Through gibraltar, were rich men all

Im the kid who thought wed someday be lovers

Always held out that time would tell

Time was talking

I guess I just wasnt listening

No surprise, if you know me well

And as were walking toward the train station

Theres a whispering rainfall

Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine

In the distance the train calls

Im the kid who has this habit of dreaming

Sometimes gets me in trouble too

But the truth is

I could no more stop dreaming

Than I could make them all come true

Than I could them make all come true