TIME TO TRAIN THE HORSES

Crusty eyes wakened by the first rays of sun,

In a new town

Brakes of the van, grip the dirt of the road,

Here we are

Watch as the props of the circus unfold

Breathe in the air, touch the dew, feel the cold

I guess it must be time to train the horses

See the young kids, with the thrill in their eyes,

Like I once was

Colourful tights, on those muscular thighs,

Where'd they go

Rope ladders I climbed all those years as a child

Now seem to stretch for mile upon mile

I guess it must be time to train the horses

Could I be happy settling down, have some time on my hands

Or would I just get lost alone in one town

So go the well laid plans

The sound of the crowd, the rush to set up,

For the next show

Taking more time, to make myself up,

Here we go

The roar of applause as we run to the stage,

The cramps and the pains, all those feelings of age

I guess it must be time to train the horses

Crusty eyes wakened by the first rays of sun,

In a new town

Colourful tights on those muscular thighs,

Where'd they go

Taking more to, to make myself up here we go.......

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