I’m not quite sure where this song came from, other than I mentioned a trombone piece called “The Acrobat” in a sermon recently and the music has been on the music stand in my study, clearly seeping into my subconscious!

Without her coat and hat
She tumbles from her flat
Like some strange acrobat
And after that
She sets off down the street
On someone else’s feet
Her tightrope walk complete
So bittersweet

And even though her world is upside down
And she’s falling with the puppeteers and clowns
And though the crowds cheering her on
can see there’s something wrong
They think it’s somehow all part of the show
Little do they know

She’s up on her trapeze
And looking down she sees
The rubble and debris
That used to be
The life she thought she knew
So comfortable and true
But now she swings right through
To something new

She’s coming in to land
As time flows like the sand
Slipping through her hand
She understands
That all there is to know
Is nothing but a show
And when the curtains close
It’s time to go
© Rich Clarkson 2025

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