THE LIGHT STILL IN OUR EYES,
WERE LEAVING THIS OLD FAIRGROUND BEHIND.
IT'S A DREAM THAT'S GROWING COLD.
THE CIRCUS NEVER DIES,
THE ACT FOREVER HAUNTS THESE SKIES.
I KNOW WE CANNOT STAY.
FAREWELL TO THE FAIRGROUND.
THESE RIDES AREN'T WORKING ANY MORE.
GOODBYE TO THIS DEAD TOWN.
UNTIL THE ICE BEGINS TO THAW.
THIS PLACE USED TO GLEAM,
I'D SEE IT IN MY HOPEFUL DREAMS.
NOW I HAVE TO GET AWAY.
WE MOVE TOWARDS THE STARS.
AND ALL THAT WE TOUCH BECOMES OURS.
LET'S KEEP WARM 'TIL IT'S DAY.
FAREWELL TO THE FAIRGROUND.
THESE RIDES AREN'T WORKING ANY MORE.
GOODBYE TO THIS DEAD TOWN.
UNTIL THE ICE BEGINS TO THAW.
WE'LL HEAD SOUTH JUST HOLD MY HAND NOW.
AND I FEEL LIKE I'VE CASTING OFF MY CLOTHES.
AND I'M RUNNING THROUGH THE SNOW TOWARDS THE SUNSET.
AND I'M ALWAYS WITH YOU.
KEEP ON RUNNING.
KEEP ON RUNNING.
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME.
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME.
