The seesaw sky and the merry moon go round
The swing set chains in the breezes blowing down
Penny drops and finds her feet but could have used a hand
Not marigolds and maybes from someone flashing in the pan
The big tents came and at night they set them up
The trapeze nets and the rings for elephants
Now the clowns and lion cages, are gone from where they've been
More marigolds and maybes, until the circus comes again
The meantime seas got a nasty undertow
It sinks its teeth in and never lets you go
She's still searching for the feeling of her feet on sand
Not marigolds and maybes from someone else with other plans