Shall I tell you why I really invited you here?
When we met again and made love
I thought maybe here it is at last
A chance to turn back

To find some sort of coherent existence
After so many years of muddle
Of course, there's your wife

But I thought perhaps, just perhaps
You might be in need of rescue too
For renewing my unrenewable youth?
It was only a thought

When my eyes are open and I look at you
I see a woman that I have loved for a long time
Who entrusts me

All over again when I came to her rooms
It gives me such genuine pleasure that inspite of myself
I came here for the sheer delight of being with her again
The woman who could rescue me, of course

But when my eyes are not open which is most of the time
All I see is the girl in a pink dress teasing a canary
Running through a sunlit garden to hug me at the gate
It was as if I'd come home from Timbuktu
Instead of the municipal quarters three blocks away

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
But where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here

I'm sorry Desiree, I should never have come up
To flirt with rescue when one has no intention of being saved
Try to forgive me

Isn't it rich? Isn't it *****?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year