The conditional world when put in context
Leaves nothing but a sound
A spec of dust might make
The landscape is indifferent to your mood
Your ideas
Your footsteps
LIke these grey clouds that are meant to bring you down
They only bring down the rain
And all the life lived in those bones
Lies a life that leaves little to explain
But like a clown
You’ll stick around for fame
Tell me did you ever meet another clown
That said I’ll be around for you now
The typical code of conduct
At the international clown hall of fame
Not to smile until you’ve painted on your smile
You go looking for laughter
Yeah you could be another poet like
John Crowe Ransom, Whitman or Hart Crane
All those words you leave behind
Will fit together in time
LIke a clown
You’ll do anything for game
Tell me did you ever meet another clown
Who said I’ll be around for you now
Like a clown
You’ll stick around for fame
Tell me did you ever meet another clown
Who said I’ll be around for you now
So I won’t let you mix up my name
No I won’t let you mix up my name
No I won’t let you mix up my name
No I won’t let you mix up my name
No I won’t let you mix up my name