(Ralph Covert -Waterdog Music / ASCAP)

I found myself wavering on the edges
Two hundred feet up above the clown and the freaks
And this canvas sky has no stars or moon
And the Big Top Band plays out-of-key...

I woke with a dream of you on my pillow
The smell of the sawdust swept you away
And I'd open my eyes to look at my life
But I don't understand what I should see

If love's not blind
If love's not blind then it's probably...
If love's not blind then it's probably me

The rattle of train wheels keeps me from sleeping
And a Niagara moon stares bloodshot at me
When faithlessness sticks her hands in my coat
And the cold winter wind stiffens my cheek

If love's not blind
If love's not blind then it's probably...
If love's not blind then it's probably me

Saturday night the tent is dizzy with people
Watching the blind man walk two hundred feet high
And he's too far away to tell if he really can't see
But the tightrope hums under my feet

If love's not blind
If love's not blind then it's probably...
If love's not blind then it's probably me
One of these days I'll try the flying trapeze