send in the clowns

isn't it rich

are we a pair

me here atlast 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 aught 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 surpise

what a cliche'-

isn't it rich

isn't it queer

losing my timing this late in my career

where are the clowns

there aught to be clowns- well maybe next year