The circus came to town
The ringmaster and clown
Not pulling any punches
Pulling lots of hair
Pulling over drivers
Screw drivers and survivors
And Pirates are walking around
With performing bears
She held a tiger in her hands
And camera in her pocket
Little miss Lucky locket
Forming figures
From the statues of dancers
Standing like a straight up and down
Bottle of Champagne
Bursting in bubbles
Walking in vain along the tight rope of years
Like hamsters in cages they rolled
Turning mechanical crane
Running round in circles
In the circus of the years
She is tied up and let down
Always the pull if you're a twin
Of the invisible string
The almost shared placenta
The picture of the womb
The acrobat and the firm believer
In the miracle room
Painting pictures on the ceiling
Of Adam touching God
And the trapeze artist
and aerialist are reaching
Ever reaching to hold the horse shoe
Shod
And in between the tug of war
Over the fair share of good luck
She picked up the horse shoe
And the elephant trod
And up and down and all over the town
In the arms of the clown
And the Ringmaster pursued them
With his crown of thorns
And bleeding stigmata palms
All the way through the lavender farms
And shook them down
And the bees shot out
The bees buzzed out
