Send in the Clowns

Send in the Clowns
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are 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?
Send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year