Caravan of Fools

The dark and distant drumming, the pounding of the hooves

The silence of everything that moves

Late at night you 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

Seem to shimmer by the light of the pool

Some dove landing there when you can't help but lose

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 unseen forces

You're running with the caravan of fools

Caravan of fools, caravan of fools

You're running with the caravan of fools