We were probably somewhere in Texas
I was trying to place a call
The words were going back and forth
Just the words, that's all
It was dry and pretty sunny
Rain was falling onto distant roofs
It was the smell of asphalt giving up
The thundering approach of hooves
Ashtrays made room for tin cans
Once they had all grown too full
Slippers took the place of shoes
There were no laces left to pull
The thing we all cannot even talk about
On the anniversary of the event
Is the barker's last and whispered words:
"Go on. Collapse the tent."
I'd take up the family business
If I even knew what that was
The creaking of the wooden floor
The lone electric buzz
You don't get second chances
That's how I heard it sold
I just smiled, but I kept my head down
Cause my second try was gold