Class Clown / Good Old Days

Love is a friend of mine It tells me to keep my head When all those around me are Losing theirs instead You know me well I do it all on my own I wanted to turn around And make my house a home For the king and the queen (And live in never, neverland) I know they're waiting for me (But the hourglass is out of sand) To be the class clown When I was a younger man Got used to taking it on the chin I fight when I'm falling down Get back up again The time has come To put away childish things And fly like a mockingbird Angels spread their wings You're wearing the frown Feeling so down And still, you paint the town red You're waking the dead Making you bed to lie next to me There's a place to go when I'm feelin' low That nobody else will ever know When you're on the ropes in the final round That's how it feels to be the class clown Will it ever go away?