The newest clown

He cries an old type of tears

Watch them fall

There they lie

Crispy, ancient and they leak

Formaldahyde



Going

Going I'm gone

Go away

Going



His tears they sit

Crusty, rusted in a box

Inside a drawer

Grandpa's news

Fragile words are yellowed through

Forever more



Going

Going I'm gone

Go away

Going



Sadder than sad

And she's feeling bad

The monkey's the one who laughs last



Hold me down

Cut me loose when

Nighttime falls

And lifts away

I'm a ball

Bouncing off of a brick wall

Into the day



Going

Going I'm gone

Go away

Going



Gone

I am gone I am gone

Go away

Going



(c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI