The Circle Around the Flame

come poor come wealthy come child born new, come in the twilight bored of the day listen to my blue friends speak whispered voices sometimes we converse in an implanted language...sent from heaven come lost, come found these days are the circus...and we are all the clowns we'll tour down the whiskey river but only when it is midnight for 100 days and 100 nights we've traveled just me and my blue friends in that time we've escaped the world, the ground,every country we are bound to no nation come circled,come square in the dark it's impossible to stare step step come all and come now glee faced or face dour the trees whisper pains as they call us insane