Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase   Rimmed with little key chain hearts   And they tore those giant tents down      Lions in the pouring rain   And the birds in the pouring rain   Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman   Who had a glory bound lonely gaze      She used to fit her head   Inside an elephant's mouth   With some kind of solitude grace      When you find it, oh you better use it up   You better hold on to it   Like it's an answer to your prayers      Spring is coming early this year, you can tell   'Cause everybody's got their old jobs back   No one stays too long around here   They left circles in the wide back fields      And the farmers tried to cover up the scars   You can still run your hands over soft black earth   And wonder where they are   Oh but my son left for the fields today      He's a fourth generation   Works good with his hands   Got his mother's cheeks and a big brass heart   And boy he loves to work that land      Out on the streets in my new city   You can see where shadows   Make prints on the pavement   They know when the Salvation Army truck   Comes around      Lions in the pouring rain   And they're birds in the pouring rain   They hold their cups   Out by the side of the circus tent doors      Between the bank and the HMV   But you never hear   The rattle on a rich man's coat   Who's got it locked up with a key