For all that it cost him he never did complain
The chicken-headed man feathering the rain
But the last bus is tired and everybody's gone
And the horses are waiting in the middle of the lawn

Gone from the rodeo,
Gone from the tundra, gal,
It's after the fair, that's when
I see you there

She's sleeping in the canvas, the fat man hollers, "Who?
Tender is the night, is it bleeding out of you?
Come into my trailer and we'll toast a little bread,
Oh look, you've left a hole where you laid on my bed,"
He said

But you keep what you can keep,
When you dive into the deep,
There's year after frozen year,
That's where I...
saved you there

Oh, away from the sky, Oh, away from the sky
Oh, away from the sky, Oh, away from the sky

But everybody's gone now,
It's after the fair
And the horses are painted with the waiting of the air
You turn the carousel on
When the lights have closed down
And watch your ponies run through the middle of town

So there ya go, little gal, there ya go
Gone from the tundra now,
It's after the fair,
That's when I...

Over the fences again,
And the vacuums in the hall,
And the planes up in the air,
That's where I...
hear you best

Oh, away from the sky, Oh, away from the sky
Oh, away from the sky, Oh, away from the sky