Memories light the corners of my mind, misty watercolor mem'ries of the way we were. Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind, smiles we give to one another for the way we were. Can it be that it was all so simple then or has time rewritten ev'ry line? If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me would we? Could we? Memeries may be beautiful and yet, what’s too painful to remember, we simply should forget. Can it be that it was all so simple then or has time rewritten ev'ry line? If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me would we? Could we? Mem'ries may be beautiful and yet, what’s too painful to remember, we simply forget. So it’s the laughter we will remember, whenever we remember the way we were, the way we were, the way we were. the way we were.
Isn’t it rich, Aren’t 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 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 There ought to be clowns Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise, Who could foresee? I’ve come to feel about you what you felt about me Why only now when I see that you’ve drifted away What a surprise, what a cliché
Isn’t it rich, isn’t it queer Losing my timing this late in my career And where are the clowns Quick send in the clowns Don’t bother they’re here.