Clowns in the Rain

When you come into this town you go crazy

A clown laughing out his fears

The bosses lock you outside their circus

Waiting for you to disappear

They say that your tears are hideous

And your smile needs a new coat of paint

As you buy Big Macs like cotton candy

And hand them out under the bridge like a drunken saint

The pigeons don’t fly in your presence

They seem to welcome you to their roost

They see that you’re a crying clown

Or an Indian warrior with no modern use

Clowns paint their smiles but the color it runs in the rain

That’s why you have those little umbrellas

And feather buckets cause it’s a game

Outside clowns melt in the rain

You ran out of money for Big Macs

So they sent you home on a plane

Now you’re looking for a rodeo or a circus

Just trying to stay out of the rain

Clowns paint their smile but the paint always runs in the rain

That’s why you have those little umbrellas

And feather buckets and it’s a game

Outside clowns melt in the rain

Clowns paint their smile but the color it runs in the rain

That’s why you have those little umbrellas

And buckets for feathers cause it’s a game

Outside clowns melt in the rain

Stay out of the rain