Kate Jayne: Music

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when you grow up in the circus all your family are stars
daddy swallowed swords, and mama kept them sharp
my twin baby brothers grew up to be clowns
while I tiptoed on the tightrope strung so high off the ground
and since you never put down roots home is wherever you are

we were our own little village, our tight traveling band
and like any good small town girl, I found myself a small town man
the love of my life, my husband rode the trapeze
he came flying through the air and swept me right off my feet
like marries like, and neither of us liked the land

no one comes out to the big top to bring their troubles to the tent
you have to give them a healthy dose of make believe pretend
so paint up your face, darlin’, and go on get out in that ring again

life spins by quickly in a caravan of fools
I bet you’ve dreamt of being up there, of having the spotlight shine on you
things look pretty good when you’re sitting in the stands
you think it’s easy to be brave when you’re the world’s strongest man
but muscles mean nothing when there’s no one to hold onto

no one comes out to the big top to bring their troubles to the tent
you have to give them a healthy dose of make believe pretend
so paint up your face, darlin’, and go on get out in that ring again

now my tightrope days, they have long passed me by
but girl you should’ve seen me, when I was up on the wire
there ain’t nothing like the moment when a hush falls on the crowd
and you take a deep breath and take your first step out
but time has stripped my dignity and left me afraid of heights

no one comes out to the big top to bring their troubles to the tent
you have to give them a healthy dose of make believe pretend
so paint up your face, darlin’, and go on get out in that ring again