John Prine - Caravan of Fools
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The dark and distant drumming
The pounding of the hooves
The silence of everything that moves
Late at night you'll see them
Decked out in shiny jewels
The coming of the caravan of fools

Like the wings of a dove
The waiter's white glove
Seems to shimmer by the light of the pool
Some dull, blinding winner
When you can't stand to lose
You're running with the caravan of fools

The caravan of fools, caravan of fools
You're running with the caravan of fools

Love and devotion
Deep as any ocean
Don't play by anybody's rules
With your carousel of horses
And your unforeseen forces
You're running with the caravan of fools

Caravan of fools, caravan of fools
You're running with the caravan of fools