Testo 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? There ought to be clowns Just when I stopped opening doors Finally knowing the one that I wanted was your 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'd want Sorry, my dear! Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here. 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. Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year