The lights are bright in the circus
The geeks and the freaks all light cigarettes and laugh at your misery
While the weight of the curtain closing crushes your heart
The inertia of loneliness tears your flesh apart
CHORUS
It's a long slow slide
It's a long slow slide
It's a long slow slide down
Once the neon is gone
There's still that golden splinter at your side
His manners are charming but who are you fooling
You're still nobody's bride
And Bukowski's widow haunts each empty seat on the Ferris wheel
As ghoulish lovers collide in a collage of kisses that they steal
Outside your window the circus lurches and cackles with rings of smoke
You laugh halfheartedly at the punch line
Not realizing they've made you the joke
Inside your heart a war is raging
In regions still untamed
The worst fear I can imagine is for the mystery to be named
Is for the mystery to be named
CHORUS
