The Clientele
Carnival on 7th Street
[Verse 1]
There's a carnival on 7th Street
People moving everywhere, now shake your feet
But a shadow falls across the sun
And you could be just anyone

[Chorus]
The trains arrive, the roses bloom
There's nothing in the afternoon
The trains arrive, the roses bloom
There's nothing in the afternoon

[Outro]
If a shadow falls across the moon
Anybody could be you