bad Like a clown I pretend to be glad Now there's some sad things known to man But ain't too much sadder than The tears of a clown, when there's no one
I'm hurtin' so bad Like a clown I pretend to be glad Now there's some sad things known to man But ain't too much sadder than The tears of a clown, when
of warmer lands, Passing through our hands, So we look for a storm in the sky. Oh, we look for a storm in the sky. Oh, we look for a storm in the sky
