Send In The Clowns - Judy Collins

Isn’t it rich, aren’t 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 stop opening doors

finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my light.

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!

Where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Isn’t it rich, isn’t it queer?

Losing my timing again in my career

Where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Well, maybe next year.