Sad Clown Jars of Clay

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