Send In The Clowns

Isn’t it rich
Aren’t 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 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 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’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 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