With some packing the bags
Others folding the tent
My best guess is
It just wasn’t meant

Loud and proud crowds
At what just occurred
Leaves behind little doubt
A nation undeterred

As the spotlight grows dim
On these demented clowns
Glad to be rid of them
When this circus leaves town

Woke in their wake
Not a one taking blame
In the pointing of fingers
Every which way

It’s hard to balance the high wire
When you’re this blind to the truth
With nary a soul
Daring to support you

As they roll the last credits
With the sun going down
We no longer need to fret it
When this circus leaves town