Send In the Clowns

　　Send In The Clowns - Matthew Morrison

　　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!

　　And 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 felt about me?

　　Why only now when I see

　　That you've drifted away?

　　What a surprise...

　　What a cliche...

　　isn't it rich, isn't it queer

　　losing my timing this late is my career

　　and where are the clowns

　　There ought to be clowns...

　　Well, maybe next year.