He was a boy, born under the sun Everything was promising and beautiful, his life had just begun And the boy learned the art of song Musical emotion all encompassing the life that moved along One in the spotlight, but nobody came to the show No magic potion could fight off a feeling so low Longing to lead by the songs of his word Lost in creation that nobody heard Feeling as though life was sadly absurd Just like the sound of a clown, with a frown, falling down on the ground He was a boy, born under the sun Everything was promising and beautiful, his life had just begun And the boy grew into a man Reaching out for anything or anyone to help him understand A one room existence, feeling the walls caving in Heart weighing heavy, hope had begun to grow thin Living within his own life of illusion Keeping himself in a state of confusion Can you envision your life with his shoes on Just like the sound of a clown, with a frown, falling down on the ground He was a boy, born under the sun Everything was promising and beautiful, his life had just begun And the boy lived to age of old Living in seclusion with his music and the stories that he told Gray haired and grizzled, not much was left of his mind Cruel was the world he soon would be leaving behind Who would have thought that a life would go bad With all of the talent that the music man had How can a happy song make you feel sad Just like the sound of a clown, with a frown, falling down on the ground (With a teardrop in his eye, falling, falling, falling Slowly falling to the ground, never realized his final calling)
First Played: November 26, 2010 Beachland Ballroom - Cleveland, OH
Last Played: April 7, 2023 Skully's Music Diner - Columbus, OH
# Times Played: 28
% Played: 4.60 %
Shows Since 1st Played: 609
Shows Since Last Played: 47
1st set: 19
2nd set: 9
3nd set: 0
Encore: 0