Jim Patton and Sherry Brokus - The Juggler

The Juggler

Born with a six gun in both of your hands,
You just turned thirty-three, you're a desperate man,
you're a juggler
Trying to figure out where in the world you fit in
Trying to drown your frustrations in a bottle of gin
You live in the darkness, but you long for the light
Making a stand while avoiding a fight
that's the juggler
Behind every curtain's somebody you think you should know
Behind every locked door's a place that you think you should go
You'd like to go just far enough so you can say that you've been
But you don't want to risk what you have and start over again

You've been a preacher, a teacher, a poet, a king,
A liar, a fool, you could have been anything
but you're a juggler
Trying to sustain the illusion of a respectable man
You live by your wits and an occasionally brilliant hand
Your friends in this town have been settling down
They've found their own answers, you're not sure what you've found
you're a juggler
And you think that the place that they live sounds like a nice place to be
But you can't help how restless you feel, that's the juggler's disease
You're juggling the things that you fear for as long as you can
Like you're trying to capture your life in the palm of your hand

There's a tale to be told, there's a song to be sung
You thought you were finished, but you've only begun
you're the juggler
With your chameleon clothes and a mysterious look on your face
Casting your bread from the banks of some mystical place
Your aristocrat smile, your bohemian stance
Your cynical mouth and your heart of romance
you're the juggler
And you're still standing tall by the light of that October moon
You still want to dance when the band plays that rock 'n' roll tune
You're juggling the things that you know with what's left of your dream
And the man you've become with the person you thought you might be

© words and music by Jim Patton