Send In The Clowns - ​想像空間 Live 版

作詞：Stephen Sondheim
作曲：Stephen Sondheim

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'd stopped 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
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'd felt about me
Why only now when 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