caravan of fools

the dark and distant drumming

the pounding of the hoops

the silence of everything that moves

late in night you see them

decked out in shiny jewels

the coming of the caravan of fools

like the wings of a dove

the waiter's white glove

seem to shimmer by the light of the pool

some dog-blinding winner

when you can't help but lose

you're running with the caravan of fools

love and devotion

deep as any ocean

don't play by anybody's rules

with your carousel of horses

and your own foreseen forces

you're running with the caravan of fools

caravan of fools

caravan of fools

you're running with the caravan of fools