Everybody's on the circus train Well, some high, some jump off again And the razzmatazz is rolling, women unveiled All truths to light, all crosses
Aiming where the eagle circles Where he keeps his feathers clean And wonders, am I a free bird Or just a part of the
hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west Politics in the pockets of Sunday best Shakin' hands, kissin' babies for all that they're Oh, they promise you gold, heaven on earth
Still, that old eagle circle not the first time that he's seen His reflection in the eyes of He's become just another of the machine Part of the
I wish I had an eagle you to look up to He could be my wings to fly in a big sky Up above the whole
Smart aren't runnin', they're home and dry Up in the mountains the eagle flies They wouldn't take job offered on a plate They got to fly the eagle and he won't wait
down on the smoke and the factories Till the truth up unseen They see themselves in the faces of children And realize they too are of the machine Part of the
I I had an eagle like you to wake up to He be my wings to fly in a big bird sky Hey, let's be part of the machine, of the machine
Part of the machine, part of the I be part of your machine I wanna be part of your Part of your machine, of your machine