I turned around to see the clown He made no sound, his face was down He was crying, dying to laugh another smile Down the empty avenues I stood inside his worn-out shoes I was flying, trying just to come down The circus crowd, cruel and proud Existing in the wilderness Minding their own business, of dying I turned around and they were gone I pulled my useless pity on It was morning, morning so pure and undefiled Inside my room a healing sea Nothing here makes sense to me There's no warning, wanting just to come down At great expense, ladies and gents We bring you the greatest show You can take it with you when you go, lying Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty glad Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad So now i wander through the days I wonder who designed this maze If it's unending, sending out some kind of sign I turned around to see the clown I should have pulled the mirror down Now i'm pretending, extending my local in this town Ladies and gents, at great expense We bring you the greatest show Take it with you when you go, lying Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty bad Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad