No minor love can make the darkness right
Alone, deserted by the warm spotlight
I breathe the meaning of the words that I must need her

The colder seas of my sleeping mind
Make muddy dreams until no peace I find
Through fields Elysian beg to see my life again, once again

And here at last I stand, revealed a clown
And who can doubt the painted fool
Upon this circus has always been a clown

No mind to color now, no page to write
Cold pools of morning stain the virgin white
Another day without her love, and I still need her

And so the stage is set, the time is right
And waves of laughter shake the gods this night
Another day will make a fool delight the children

And so I stand at last revealed a clown
And who can doubt this painted fool
Who maybe has no mind at all
Would ever walk where he might fall
And gain the laughter of us all

Oh, who would doubt the painted fool
Upon this circus stage has always been a clown
Just a clown