Outside
  The storm clouds gathering,
  Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
  Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
  So they can in turn
  Reach up and kiss the sky.
  
  They are driven by a strange desire
  Unseen by the human eye
  Someone is calling.
  
  I remember when you held my hand
  In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
  Look! Over here.
  
  Outside
  The circus gathering
  Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
  The procession moved on the shouting is over
  The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
  
  They are driven by a strange desire
  Unseen by the human eye.
  The carinval is over.
  
  We sat and watched
  As the moon rose again
  For the very first time.