Send In the Clowns

Isn't it rich, are we a pair

Me here at last on the ground, you in midair

Where are the clowns?

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve

One who keeps taring around, one who can't move

Where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines, no one is there

Don't you love farce, my fault I feel

I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry my dear

Where are the clowns

Send in the clowns, don't bother there

What a surprise, who could foresee

I've come to feel about you what you felt about me

Why only now when I see that you've drifted away

What a surprise, what a cliche

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late in my career

Where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns, well, maybe next year