Yes, I declare
I let go in mid-air
I was thinking of you
& this town too

All that I left behind
Was nothing I minded selling or burning
'Cept for the bridge that led me to you

(I burned it the day I saw the ad: 'WANTED! A young man to master the arts of the circus trade!' So I walked a country mile to the next bus station town, and here I am)

High above the crowd, this woman in my arms, she is not of my choice but the daughter of the ringmaster man

Our costumes by design, they are sweet candy for your eyes
But no adequate disguise tonight, no no not in my hometown

As I look out over the gasping jaws
I search the crowd for a familar face
Re-enacting the day I first saw you

And falling like I once fell for U f a l l i n g