Send in the Clowns [Act Two]

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

From 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 entranced me
All over again when I came to her rooms
It gives me such genuine pleasure
That in spite 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 a girl in a pink dress
Teasing a canary
Running through a sunlit garden to hug me at the gate
As if I'd come home from Timbuktu
Instead of the Municipal Courthouse 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
To flirt with rescue
When one has not intention of being saved...
Do try to forgive me

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns

Well, maybe next year