Send in the Clowns - Judy Collins

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'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

And 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

And where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Well maybe next year