A Little Night Music: Send in the clowns

Isn't it rich? How we appear

Me here at last on the ground

You in mid-air

Sending the clowns

Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around

One who can't move

But where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns

Just when I'd stopped opening doors

Found, not of notice, 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 bothеr, they're herе

Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?

Losing my timing this late in my career?

But where are the clowns?

There ought to be clowns

Well, maybe next year