| As long as the ferris wheel spins 'round |
| Makin' the night bright as day |
| I know our love will shine about |
| And keep the darkness at bay |
| I know you’ll see the man you love |
| But not the man that I am |
| I pray that I can win you a prize |
| And the summer will never end |
| But the circus is leaving town |
| They’re firing all the clowns |
| And the hum of the trucks |
| As they’re loading 'em up |
| Makes a lonesome sound |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby |
| Yeah, they’re bringing the big tops down |
| The kids are all grown and gone |
| It’s awful quiet at night |
| And we’re both feeling all alone |
| Though we’re lying side by side |
| We hover around this haunted house |
| Like a couple of ghosts |
| The laughing, the crying, the lovin', the fightin' |
| I don’t know what I miss the most |
| But the circus is leaving town |
| They’re firing all the clowns |
| And the hum of the trucks |
| As they’re loading 'em up |
| Makes a lonesome sound |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby |
| Yeah, they’re bringing the big tops down |
| I keep standing by the window listening for the sound |
| For the wheels of love rolling coming back around |
| Coming back around, Baby |
| But the circus is leaving town |
| They’re firing all the clowns |
| And the hum of the trucks |
| As they’re loading 'em up |
| Makes a lonesome sound |
| The big tops are coming down, Baby |
| Yeah, they’re bringing the big tops down |
| They’re bringing the big tops down |
| They’re bringing the big tops down |
| They’re bringing the big tops down… |