Letra de Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich, are we a pair? Me, here, at last on the ground, You in mid-air. Where are 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 But where are the clowns Send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here 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 clown Well, maybe, next year