Smallest Man in the World

It's the first week in September
And the leaves already turning
With the year that disappears
While the wooden feet of fairground horses
Measure out the miles
Between the towns, between the bounds
And the dark-eyed men with golden earrings
Cursed the fading light
The children shiver in their beds
And wish away the night
Somewhere in their dreams
They think they catch a sight
Of the smallest man in the world, in the world

In between the hall of mirrors and the dancing girls
With sequins in their hair, who'll find in there?
Underneath the orange candy glass
The people all forget it's rude to stare, does he care?
In a red and yellow tunic
From a children's fancy dress
Underneath these canvas
Old man's eyes search the emptiness
Is it sorrow? Is it hate?
My friend, you'll never guess
The smallest man in the world, in the world

Climbing up the creaky caravan brander
When there's no more tunes to play, it's almost day
And another night of laughter that has chased him
Till he can't feel any more has passed the door
And his silent friend the cat
Comes in with midnight in his eyes
He looks for stars to wish on
Just to find they've passed him by
The only question left to ask is why, why, why?
The smallest man in the world, in the world