There's a small stream down main streetDown Maple Street where we used to liveDon't speak ... whisper itThe walls have ears in towns like thisThe sunset's reflecting off every windowOf every car that ever was supposed to take us out of hereAnd I've known you since the day you were bornLift your chin up, the circus is coming to townAnd the corner stores are closing downAnd the unions will push us and push us'Till everything's goneYour last pair of roller skatesGot thrown away ten years agoAnd the garbage dump is bigger than anything here nowDad says if things go to worse we'll be moving againIf we lose as much as last time there'll be nothing leftLift your chin up, the circus is coming to townAnd the corner stores are closing downAnd the unions will push us and push us'Till everything's goneGet the playing cards, but I wanna play a little myselfI turn the TV on, but there's nothing on as usualShut the windows, there's a storm coming up againAnd don't go out tonight my love don't you go anywhere