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 But 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! But where are the clowns Quick,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 But where are the clowns? They ought to be clowns Well,maybe next year