Tekster: Jars of Clay. Sad Clown.

Say how's the weather
So I look out the window
To brighten my soul
But I can't control
The rain that keeps falling
Smile on the outside
That never comes in
A comedy, mystery, irony, tragedy
So I scream
Let the show begin

You break me open
Turn on the light
Stumble inside
With me, with me

Do I entertain you
Do I preoccupy you
With my wit
To cover this lie
Are you mesmerized
Do you think me faithful
Do you think me a clown
I picked out this shirt
I put on this hat
I wore all this paint
Just for you