Clown Song Songtext
von Elizabeth Moen

I′ve got a lump in my throat
Poking at it for a thrill
I'm controlling the notes
Choking on a ream of scarves
Trying to stand still

So many pins I can juggle
So many tales I can spin
Atop the big top on a tightrope I struggle
Fell into a puddle
Send in the clouds, roll on in

Well you′ve watched me try to balance
A million things on ten tiny plates
Everything's tipped over
The tent's ripped off the stakes
My wig′s gone with the wind
The rain washed the paint off of my face


I′ve been so bent on your smile
To turn and see the storm
I've mixed joy with pain
But what joy is fame
Whether bashful or brave
You don′t love me just the same?
The least funny thing
Is realizing that someone
Doesn't love you on a rainy day

Don′t worry, my brother's picking me up
If you call, I won′t call back
You'll be busy with your own shows
And I'm busy with who knows
And I′m tryin′ to put in this act

Well it's a downpour, and I got water balloons
They don′t have the same effect they once did
And the rest of my bag of tricks to find a love that sticks
Has a hole in the bottom
And doesn't even zip

I′ve been so bent on your smile
To turn and see the storm
I've mixed joy with pain
But what joy is fame
Whether bashful or brave
Would this have ended just the same?
The funniest thing
Is realizing that
Well it won′t matter to me one day


Well it's not funny where I'm standing
In these big shiny shoes
When I get out of here
I′m getting out of them
And out of love with you

No one loves you on a rainy day