I'm like a clown in a circus
I spend most of my time on the train
then I get my moment of glory
and I'm back in my tent in pain
there are patches on my trousers
and they haven't been washed in days
but when my makeup is dry and I take the stage
no one gets in my way

Have a drink to all the clowns
in all the broken parts of town
who fight the battles no one wins
with honesty and stone hard chins
who turn the other cheek until it bleeds

I see them lined up at the bar
and with them I feel at home
standing in line like for a carnival ride
then staggering home alone
and all of our hands are dirty
at the end of every day
and all that we're all looking for
is someone to take away our pain

Have a drink to all the clowns
in all the broken parts of town
who fight the battles no one wins
with honesty and stone hard chins
who turn the other cheek until it bleeds

And when I'm feeling lonely
like I'm the only fool who's rode
this dirty, dusty, thankless road
a million miles from home

I drink to all the other clowns
and to all the lost and the broken down
who fight the battles no one wins
with honesty and stone hard chins
who turn the other cheek until it bleeds

Posted Monday, June 4th 2007