Clown

Everybody knows where I’ve been before I hit town.
I’m not an overnight success.
That happened at sixteen, yes I’ve been around.
Nothing more and nothing less.

I’ve been shot down in flames so many times.
But you wouldn’t even know it.
But I’m no Jesse James and I’m not blind.
I just try hard not to show it.

Look into these eyes if you have the time.
They’re not to clear.
But you might be surprised by what you find.
No heroics, just fear.

I am haunted by yesterdays clown.
Standing by the sideshow trying to knock me down.
Ever since I could walk I’ve been on the run.
Trying not to pick up someone elses’ smoking gun.