Lyrics Send In The Clowns - Elisabeth Andreassen

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, 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 stopped
Opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again, with my usual flair
Sure of my line
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

What a surprise
Who could foresee?
I'd come to feel about you what you felt about me?
Why only now 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
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year