Der Clown

He quickly lifts his foot
in those way too big shoes,
then does a cartwheel,
and all the kids are watching him.
He’s always smiling
and can’t seem to stop,
with red and white paint
permanently on his face.

The green baggy pants,
red hair, colorful hat,
are part of the facade,
the wall that he builds.
Brick by brick all around him,
no one ever sees through.
Who really wants to know if a clown
sings after the show too?

Take a look into his world,
as soon as the curtain falls.
During the show, he’s the star,
he’s the big hero.
In the circus of life, always just a side character,
in his own film, just a supporting role...

The clown with the sad eyes!
The clown with the sad eyes!

The look in the mirror,
nothing like what we saw.
A lonely tear
traces a path through the makeup.
It smudges the eternal smile,
reveals the reality,
but there’s no one around
who helps him share it.

The clown is the symbol
for many that I know.
Up front, a masquerade,
behind it, pain that endlessly torments,
but the only thing that matters...

Take a look into his world,
as soon as the curtain falls.
During the show, he’s the star,
the big hero.
In the circus of life, always just a side character,
in his own film, just a supporting role...

The clown with the sad eyes!
The clown with the sad eyes!