Caravan of Fools comes to mind…

The dark and distant drumming 
The pounding of the hooves 
The silence of everything that moves 
Late at night you’ll 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 
Seems to shimmer by the light of the pool 
Some dull, blinding winter 
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 unforeseen forces 
You’re running with the caravan of fools

Caravan of fools, caravan of fools 
You’re running with the caravan of fools

John Prine