Send in the Clowns

Isnt it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are the clowns?
Isnt it bliss?
Dont you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who cant move...
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when Id 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.
Dont you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that youd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Quick
Send in the clowns
Dont bother, theyre here.
Isnt it rich?
Isnt it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year.