At the Third Stroke

Lyrics

I remember rainy days and running through the pavement Skipping all the pools and rain and people thinking I'm insane I remember sunshine nights and being lost in city sights Gazing down the river scene, wondering where the boats have been Then the circus returns to the town With its ice men and sugar clowns And the lions roar and they open the door And the showman asked me to come in He says it's alive I can think tomorrow day will give me happy games to play Airplanes and city cars, sailing through the nighttime shrouds The firehouse misty arrow shows somewhere there's a way to go Where it's always night and memories fly I don't have to dream I can fly Then the circus returns to the town With its ice men and sugar clowns And the lions roar and they open the door And the showman asked me to come in It's all for free, it's all for free Thinking back when I was six, the snowman, toys and candy sticks Bummed by nine at Christmas Eve, kicking up the fallen leaves Then in New Year's bell I hear, it rings with muffled tones of fear I turned back to my hopes and dreams, somewhere there my promise seems to gleam Then the circus returns to the town With its ice men and sugar clowns And the lions roar and they open the door And the showman asked me to come in And it's all there, and it's all there And it's all there "At the third stroke, it will be 7:50 precisely"