Yes, I declare   I let go in mid-air   I was thinking of you   & this town too      All that I left behind   Was nothing I minded selling or burning   'Cept for the bridge that led me to you      (I burned it the day I saw the ad: 'WANTED! A young man to master the arts of the circus trade!' So I walked a country mile to the next bus station town, and here I am)      High above the crowd, this woman in my arms, she is not of my choice but the daughter of the ringmaster man      Our costumes by design, they are sweet candy for your eyes   But no adequate disguise tonight, no no not in my hometown      As I look out over the gasping jaws   I search the crowd for a familar face   Re-enacting the day I first saw you      And falling like I once fell for U f a l l i n g