The dark and distant drumming The pounding of the hoops The silence of everything that moves Late in 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 dog-blinding winner 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 own foreseen forces You're running with the caravan of fools Caravan of fools Caravan of fools You're running with the caravan of fools