Barnum & Bailey's - Sims

Set 'em up high so I can let you all down

Let 'em uprise when it all hits the ground

Minnesota nice kid flipped it all around

Eyes felt the pressure as the clock unwound

And back to back to let down

But I’ve been doing this for too long

So I better make a new song then move on

But it’s hard hitting notes with this noose on

And you hope that I choke but I won’t

I keep breathing, climbing a rope and keep reaching

And each season I feel a little more panic

Like somebody lit a little old match

Under the seed of the tree of the dreams that I planted

Granted, not everyone that walks atop the granite

Can chop an awkward octave into madness

Or paint a proper picture with some blood on the canvas

And everybody running the gamut

From C.A.

to Minneapolis, it’s all the same static

And we know and we grow, we’re going to be a disappointment

So get your joints lit and let it all turn to ash

World turning to the tune of crash landers

Watching balls of clay turn into a pool of mud

Trying to stay afloat in today’s latest flood

Please take me back to the way that it was

10/19/82 and I’m done