In a field off the highway upon the groundnBroken forgotten a naked clownnLeft from the show the night beforenLost by the ones he once adorednnInto the streets of endless crowdsnThe show must go on, for those who're aroundnHe dances and plays, but nobody cheersnA clown on the streets, is not wanted herennWelcome to the citynCold and stone, this cement circusnIn between the buildingsnHe's small and frail and far from fitting . . .nnLines thick with people won't look at himnThen some that take pity throw quarters at himnHe's scared and alone, he thinks of his homenTheir hearts must be broke, they'll find him he knowsnnWelcome to the citynCold and stone, this cement circusnIn between the buildingsnHe's small and frail and far from fitting innnbut on the fair groundsnspotlights shine, crowds applaudingntightrope strung, the trapeze swingingna missing clown, but the show must go on