piano playing clown

in the darkness and cold,

the lonelyness of night,

You hear a tone,

but theres no instrument in sight,

the melody keeps moving,

and it makes you want to follow,

the sound of a crying heart,

yet still the note is hollow,

the music leads you to the street,

and over to a door,

your hand moves before you react,

escape there is no more,

Behind the door your eyes find,

a dark and gloomy bar.

you see the people sitting there,

their minds just wandering far.

In the corner the bartender,

hunched, bold head.

If he wasn`t serving drinks,

you`d probobly think he`s dead.

A young girl drinking,

with a baby under her arm,

beside a stoned bachelor,

whos lost all of his charm.

and as you finally turn to see the musics sorce,

the melody grasps you with emence force.

behind the piano is a clown,

he has his frown turned upside down.

he is the only one not sad,

he is happy for loosing what he had.

torment of soul and torment of mind,

but in this bar what do you find?

he is so glad that he came,

in here everybody's the same...