Send In the Clowns - ARV_10

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground

You in mid-air

Sending the clowns

Isn't it bliss?

Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around

One who can't move

Where are the clowns?

Sending 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 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

Quicksanding the clowns

What a surprise

Who could foresee

I'd come to feel about you what you felt about me?

I only know when I see that you're drifting 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?

Quicksanding the clowns

Don't bother, they're here