“Once upon a time there was a circus girl. But she was not born in the circus. She was born far away. In a town that did not understand her. And every day, she wanted to run away. She wanted to run away with the circus. And this is what she wrote…”
There is a place away from here
A most beautiful place
A place that fills my lungs with air so dear
A most beautiful place
But I was born here
And I can’t breathe
But I’m trapped here
And I can’t leave
There is place where dreams sparkle
Where songs rustle in the trees
It is another world
A world like me
Where life is like a skating rink
And jesters and minstrels ice skate
Where all love is not forbidden
And all art bloom into flowers
Where freedom is not locked behind a gate
A gate that will never be opened
So here I am, sinking
Cause that place is not here
The music plays on
A circus song
It’s calling me
Home, it’s calling me
Notes that dance in bars and lines
Language, lyrics of a different kind
The jester’s voice, a stranger, he touches my soul
With incandescence, it warms my veins and breaks the cold
They understand me
And I understand their world
But it will never be
Cause I am here this circus girl
So into my dreams I retreat
Until one day we all shall meet
And as a shiver runs down my spine
And as I fall asleep
A feeling of safety I can’t define
And as I weep
For I am happy
It’s not tears that I cry
The music plays on
A circus song
It’s calling me
Home, it’s calling me

