Send In The Clowns - Barbra Streisand

Isn't it rich, 
Aren't 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 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 
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns

What a surprise, 
Who could foresee?
I've come to feel about you what you 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 
Quick send in the clowns 
Don't bother they're here.