Quit the Circus

I'll blink once for no I'll blink twice for no You hijack my thoughts Every single night You could be more help But you don't help a lot Scarecrows only work In the light Seeking a purpose Stuck in the circus Now I make as much sense As the car on the lawn Sinking real low Until it is gone I can barely think Thinking to myself I'll stay in the car While you raise some hell There must be a way To scare off this old ghost The one I fear the most Of the time All our descendants Finish the sentence We're as much use As the rotary phone We keep on the floor To prop the door closed