The newest clown
   Cries an old type of tears
   Watch them fall
   There they lie
   Crispy, ancient and they leak
   Formaldahyde
  
   Going
   Going I'm gone
   Go away
   Going
  
   His tears they sit
   Crusty, rusted in a box
   Inside a drawer
   Grandpa's news
   Fragile words are yellowed through
   Forever more
  
   Gonig
   Going I'm gone
   Go away
   Going
  
   Sadder than sad
   She's feeling bad
   Monkey's the one who laughs last
  
   Hold me down
   Cut me loose when
   Nighttime falls
   And lifts away
   I'm a ball
   Bouncing off of a brick wall
   Into the day
  
   I'm Going
   Going I'm gone
   Go away
   Going I'm gone
  
   Gone
   I am gone I am gone
   Go away
   Going