Here's a plain simple song, without much to say

For times when plain circumstance

Finds me with someone whose world is all wrong

So they feel like they don't have a chance

It's alright to learn from the times you're a fool

But it don't pay to dwell on the past

Sometimes I think, I'm really a clown

But there's plenty of time left for that



The sun's goin' down on the midway tonight

The red stripes are turning to grey

But old Emmett's still out in the big top tonight

Sweeping the spotlight away



Here's a song for the rain on the trash can lids

And the nights when there ain't much to do

Here's a song for the face

That it sometimes seems

People always tell their troubles to

You might see a trace of a greasepaint face

On everyone comin' around

Don't you always laugh with a tear in your eye

When you laugh at a sad faced clown



The sun's goin' down on the midway tonight

The red stripes are turning to grey

But old Emmett's still out in the big top tonight

Sweeping the spotlight away



Somewhere there's a child that everyone hides

A prisoner that longs to be free

Boys and girls in a fantasy world

But I guess I'm just talkin' for me

But I feel him there, behind me somewhere

When the streetlights reflect in the rain

The sad-faced clown with his mouth turned down

Sweeping the spotlight away



The sun's goin' down on the midway tonight

The red stripes are turning to grey

But old Emmett's still out in the big top tonight

Sweeping the spotlight away