Send In The Clowns - Daniel Lavoie

Isn’t it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground

You win me there

Send in the clowns

Isn’t it bliss?

Don’t you approve?

One who keeps tearing around

One who can’t move…

So where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns

Just when I’d start

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 was there

Don’t you love farce?

My fault, I fear

I thought that you’d want what I want…

Sorry, my dear

So where are the clowns?

They said there would be clowns

Send in the clowns

What a surprise

Who could foresee?

I come to feel about you

What you felt about me

Why only now I only can see

That you’re drifting away

What a surprise

What a cliche

Isn’t it rich?

Isn’t it queer?

Losing my timing this late in my career

And where are the clowns?

You said there would be clowns

There supposed to be clowns

Send in the clowns

«Don't bother»

They’re here