Circus Leaving Town Travis Tritt

(Written by Phillip Claypool)

Before you draw the final curtain
Before the big top crashes down
Before you pack away my trunk case
I'd like to take a final bow

One last chance to hear the laughter
And see your face there in the crowd
One last moment in the spotlight
One last chance to be your clown

I guess you're tired of walking tightropes
Of setting up and tearing down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground

Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder
But that's still the place I'm bound
I'm a storm in search of thunder
I'm just a circus leaving town

Once we could fill the room with laughter
And fill each other's hearts with joy
Through each trial and disaster
Still we cling to our choice