Mom and Dad
I'm fine, how are you?
I have joined a small circus
That much is trueI'm a little malnourished
But try to relax
Could you find a better photo
For the milk carton backs?
Send moneyRunaway
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 wayMom and Dad
I am fair, how's life?
Lent the money you sent me
To a clown with a knifeMy 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 senseIn 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 wayRunaway
Blowing smoke
Your folks are worried
And going broke
After the fall
Is a whole new episode
Reality is a high roadIn 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 wayIn 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 wayIn 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 wayIn the reality that comes from above
God is calling