Mom and Dad
I'm fine, how are you?
I have joined a small circus
That much is true
I'm a little malnourished
But try to relax
Could you find a better photo
For the milk carton backs?
Send money
Runaway
Where's your head?
Dreamer's dreams
Are grounded
In reality that comes from above
God is calling
There's no bigger love
It's his reality that welcomes us back
Trust and obey
There is no other way
Mom and Dad
I am fair, how's life?
Lent the money you sent me
To a clown with a knife
My career as an acrobat
Hasn't begun
But I'm busy giving blood
And shoveling elephant dung
Send money
Runaway
Why so tense?
Dreamer's dreams
Will make sense
In reality that comes from above
God is calling
There's no bigger love
It's his reality that welcomes us back
Trust and obey
There is no other way
Runaway
Blowing smoke
Your folks are worried
And going broke
After the fall
Is a whole new episode
Reality is a high road
In the reality that comes from above
God is calling
There's no bigger love
His reality will welcome us back
Trust and obey
There is no other way
In the reality that comes from above
God is calling
There's no bigger love
His reality will welcome us back
Trust and obey
There is no other way
In the reality that comes from above
God is calling
There's no bigger love
His reality will welcome us back
Trust and obey
There is no other way
In the reality that comes from above
God is calling