Send In the Clowns

Isn't it rich Are we a pair Me here at last on the ground And you in mid air Send in 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 started 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 Quick, send in the clowns What a surprise Who could forsee I'd come to feel about you What you'd felt about me Why only now when I see That you'd drifted away What a surprise What a cliche Isn't it rich Isn't it queer Losing my timing this late In my career And where are the clowns Quick, send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here