Intro :
I 'm the k id who r an away w ith the circus
N ow I'm w atering e leph ants
B ut I s ometimes l ie awake in t he sawdust
d reaming I'm i n a s uit of l ights
L ate at night in the e mpty big top on
I 'm alone on the h igh wire
l ook he's working w ithout a net this time
h e's a real death d efye r
I 'm the k id who a lways looked o ut the windows
f ailing t ests in g eogr aphy
B ut I've s een things f ar beyond just t he school yard
d istant s hores of e xotic l ands
T here's the spires o f the Turkish empire
It's s ix months sweet w e made the land fall
r iding low with the s pice of India
T hrough Gibralter were rich m en a ll
I 'm the k id who who th ought we'd someda y be lovers
a lways held o ut that t ime would t ell
t ime was t alking g uess I w asn't listening
N o surprise i f you k now me w ell
a s we're walking t oward the train station
t here's a w hispering rainfall
a cross the boulevard y ou'd slip your hand in mine
i n the distance the t rain c alls
I 'm the k id who h as this habit of dr eaming
S ometimes g ets me i n trouble t oo
B ut the t ruth is I could stop no more from dr eaming
t hen I could m ake them a ll come t rue