Sweet the Pennsylvania breeze
Moments stored in memories
The shy one on the porch
He wouldnt turn his chair around
Children in the 40s sun
A time to watch a world undone
Some of them would spend their life
In the quiet little town

And there they watched the burning streets
In black & white & life petite
With postcard flags & ration marks
Newsreels in the dark
The evening air a lite perfume
The moment always ends too soon
Everyone could play a brand new part
America could see a brand new start

Chorus
There were circus wheels that skimmed the clouds
And laughing children all around
Jennies dress was all the rage, the girl wont compromise
Mornings colored rose & cream
That passed by like a summers dream
Under gingerbread skies.

Along with the change in times
Familiar faces, different minds
She sat upon the waters edge
the world sailed into view

Seems that life will have its way
Well cry our tears another day
A million hearts will never ring as true
A million eyes will never shine as blue

There were circus wheels that skimmed the clouds
And laughing children all around
Jennies dress was all the rage that girl wont compromise
The mornings colored rose & cream
That passed by like a summer dream
under gingerbread skies.

I can see them drifting
All their spirits lifting
Fly them to the clouds
Every time its raining
Ill cup my hands campaigning
To catch their souls before they hit the ground

Sweet the Alabama breeze
The quiet nights & dogwood trees
Sometimes out on the porch
Ill go and turn his chair around

Children in a brand new sun
Harbingers of whats to come
Im looking for my sleepy little town...
Searching for my quiet little town

Where there are circus wheels that skim the clouds
Countless children all around
Ill watch my daughter wear that dress
The fire in her eyes
Every day a summer dream
A lifetime colored rose & cream
Under gingerbread skies.