On the rebound, fumbling all the lines   The light at the ends of the bottle alcoholic alphabet   Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection   Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search   Cinderella search      On the rebound, fumbling all the lines   Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim   Conversation needs translation   Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search   Cinderella search, Cinderella search   Search      On the rebound, fumbling all the lines   Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone   Out of luck, out of charm   Out the game of rejections in a cigarette city   Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search   Cinderella search      But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken   Swam through the nicotine seize and we exchanged the kiss of life   Resurrection in a trance, the model, the grail   In a marquee of promises I touched the dream   I hold the dream, I have the dream   To end the Cinderella search   Cinderella search, oh no more, no more   No more, no more      Exposing bedside manners on a work extension   Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes   Polaroid eyes      The footman memorized the number   But the prince still holds both the slippers   And would you leave a palace for a bedsit   And Canterbury tales, Canterbury tales?      Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase   Maybe you were always beyond my reach   And my heart was playing safe   But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine?   I'll never really know for sure you really gave me time   Give me time, won't you give me that time      Welcome back to the circus   Welcome back to the circus   Welcome back to the circus      I always use the cue sheets but never the nets   Always the cue sheets but never the nets   Never the nets, never the nets, nevertheless   Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless      Welcome back to the circus