Send In the Clowns

Isn't it rich, are we a pair

Me here at last on the ground

You in mid-air

Send in the clowns

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve

One who keeps tearing around

One who can't move

Where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Just when I'd 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 a farce,

My fault I fear,

I thought that you'd want what I want

Sorry my dear!

But where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Quick send in the clowns

What a surprise,

Who could foresee?

I'd 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 cliché...

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late in my career

And where are the clowns

Quick send in the clowns

Don't bother, they're here