Lyrics Send in the Clowns - Mark Kozelek
Isn't
it
rich?
Are
we
a
pair?
Me
here
at
last
on
the
ground
And
you
in
mid
air
But
where
are
the
clowns?
Isn't
it
bliss?
Don't
you
approve?
One
who
keeps
tearing
around
and
one
who
can't
move
But
where
are
the
clowns?
Send
in
the
clowns
Just
when
I'd
stopped
opening
doors
Finally
knowing
the
one
who
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?
Send
in
the
clowns
Isn't
it
rich?
Isn't
it
queer?
Losing
my
timing
this
late
in
my
career
But
where
are
the
clowns?
There
ought
to
be
clowns
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