...
The curtains are closed
And the show is over.
What now?
What is a clown when the lights are off?
Just a woman in the dark?
Do you wonder if she smiles
Or if she frowns?
Well, everybody’s gone home
So tell me
What now?
She stares in her mirror
And sees only the pitch blackness.
If the makeup were still on
You wouldn’t be able to tell.
Now she’s just a voice
Talking directly to you.
Would you still laugh?
What now?
Could you be her friend?
Could she even tell you something you didn’t know?
It’s a shame the audience always goes back home.
When the show is over nobody cares where the clown goes.
Whether it’s the circus
Or the gutter
The show is over.
So-
What now?