This is a song about a couple of adult people   Who have spent, oh, quite a long time together   Till one day one of 'em gets restless and decides to leave   Whether it's the man or woman who left is unimportant      It's a breakup   It's a lovely marriage of words and music   Written by Stephen Sondheim      Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?   Me here at last on the ground and you in mid-air   Send in the clowns      Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?   One who keeps tearing around and one who can't move   But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns      Just when I stopped opening doors   Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours   Making my entrance again with my usual flair   Sure of my lines, nobody's there      Don't you love a 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? Send in the clowns   Well, maybe next year