Wake up, what is this place?

Tokyo or Thunder Bay?

Have I been here before?

Guess someone's keeping the score

Someone thinks I know her name

But everybody looks the same

I'm staring at the floor

With one eye on the door



Hiding out in the sun

The show must go on



I recall a circus horse

Foaming mouth, down on all fours

Declared unfit for war

It's the stage or abattoir



Hiding out in the sun

The show must go on

For years I've been on the run

The show must go on



The circus is closing

This horse needs a hosing

To forget the reminder

The circus is closing

I'm rubbing my nose in

The beans & the grinder