Today
Isn't it rich
I took our pictures down
Are we a pair
Removed from the walls
Me here at last on the ground,
Taken from the shelves
You in mid-air
No longer adorning the top of my dresser
Isn't it Bliss
You don't want me anymore
Don't you approve?
I'm consigned to a life of solo
One who keeps tearing around
I've traveled this road before
One who can't move
Feels like a prison cell
Where are the Clowns?
How did I find myself here again?
Just when I'd stopped
Comfortless
Opeining doors
Companionless
Finally Knowing the one that
Uncherished
I wanted was your's.
Forsaken
Making my entrance again
The heart knows nothing of logic
With my usual flair
The proper course of thought is
Sure of my lines
Sense and Rationale
No one is there
Sanity
Don't you love farce
Sound Judgement
My fault I fear
My, God! Give me something to which
I thought that you'd want
I might be bound
What I want
My tether is gone
Sorry, my dear
No security
But where are the clowns?
No mooring
Quick, send in the clowns
Please, Please
Don't bother they're here
I am so desolate
Isn't it rich?
Today
Isn't it queer?
I took our pictures down
Losing my timing
You packed your boxes
This late in my career
I packed your books
And where are the clowns?
We will never be us again
There are ought to be clowns
We will never be them
Well, maybe next year
I have no place
I have no heart
I have no one
That's fair
I deserve that
I never let anyone in
Credited Italics: Stephen Sondheim 'Send in the Clowns'
