The doors are closing one by one around us, is it time to move to a new town |Where we're not known quite so well|The carnival can't stay too long in one place or the holes begin to show |And the years begin to tell|So pull down the circus tent, the caravan must roll|The gypsies will disappear into the night again|We're holding on, holding on to dreams we still remember from our childhood days|Holding on, holding on 'though life and times have changed us in a thousand ways|The only world we've ever known is changing now so fast|The dream of a better day the only thing that lasts||Sleepwalk through the empty autumn park of these indecisive days|Will we ever see the sun?|Children of the crescent moon that guides us on our passage through the night 'cause the day refuse to come|There's a time for letting go, a time when destiny must change|The gypsies will disappear into the night again|But we're holding on, holding on to dreams we still remember from our childhood days|Holding on holding on 'though life and times have changed us in a thousand ways|The only world we've ever known is changing now so fast|The dream of a better day, the only thing that lasts||If you're asleep now anyway, would you dream me a universe?|And when you wake to the new day, will you come and find me first|Please come and find me first; I'll be|Holding on, holding on to dreams we still remember from our childhood days|Holding on holding on 'though life and times have changed us in a thousand ways|The only world we've ever known is changing now so fast|The dream of a better day, the only thing that lasts|The only world we've ever known is slipping from our grasp|The dream of a better day the only thing that lasts|