Like a Clown - Idlewild

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