Well the circus leaves tomorrow
Taking with it summer’s smile
Drowning yesterday in whiskey
And today’s left over wine
And the wind could tell you stories
If you listened close enough
You could hear a teardrop falling
On the tattered wings of love
 
And the band will play a slow song
And it echoes in your head
While the feeling’s getting stronger
Time to move on, room to let
  
Well the grains of sand got counted
By the very hands of time
As are long forgotten secrets
And some sins we call divine
And your eyes could read you pages
From a liar’s book of dreams
In a town called come back later
Down in hotel Tangerine
 
Tell  the band to play a slow song
One that turns blue into red
Still the feeling’s getting stronger
Time to move on, room to let
 
Pay the band to play a slow song
One that lingers in your head
Still the feeling’s getting stronger
Time to move on, room to let