slg@ukma.UUCP (Sean Gilley) (01/30/85)
The Clown With No Face Some how my emotions seem to wander Through a hazy glow of my life My fortunes running ever farther The truth that cuts like a knife And I can see a crowd that's forming Throwing pennys at the clown with no face He'll dance for you in the morning It doesn't matter if you watch Or if you care And so the people do then scatter The clown won't play their way The pennys they turn to clay and shatter No one can win a losing game But what crowd is left is laughing At the antics of the clown with no face But for me there I'm crying I feel the bitterness he's left here And his pain And so I walk away not knowing His life or mine I'm not sure In both are pleasures and a growing In both a pain to endure And the people spiral inward Creeping closer to the clown with no face And someone plays a souless dirge I wonder who they're mourning Who has died And then I see the crowd as mourners Some dressed in black some in white They march press me into a corner They're crying tears of delight And the open coffin calls me Where inside lives the clown with no face I wonder if he could ever be I wonder if he cares What I feel So alone I do ponder Am I the clown of my life Dancing visionless I wander Through crowds of people see their strife Am I to be yet another Throwing pennys at the clown with no face All of us laughing at each other Eyes questioning who's left And who's the clown