A Little Night Music: Send in the Clowns

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 a 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
 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