Isn't it funny to think about all the things that make us sad?
Like losing dreams and kisses that don't mean anything
What does it bring?
Isn't it funny to think about all the things that make us cry?
Like family and the one time that your best friend lied
What does it bring?
It's time to sit down and reflect on the misdeeds you can't correct
We've all had our missteps
And our shoelaces are ragged and our hearts are rabid
Have the faces become wood to burn if you could?
You won't say goodbye though you should
The fire will pass by where you stood
It's an opportunity and it's good
But it's hotter than what you're prepared to do
It's a realization as you stare into the bayou that you must lower your expectations
I've seen that it brings hardships at such a fast clip
Broken pride and a busted lip
A wheelchair is your new bridle and horse bit
How will you control yourself at this high idle?
When the words you say don't fit and the motion in your legs is nonexistent?
Would you say boredom is an emotion you feel, but can't vent?
All the memories sealed forever vacant
Friends you can't even remember nor how the time was sment
You give in easy now like a rag doll, it seems to be the only constant
Isn't it funny to think about all the things that make us sad?
Like losing dreams and kisses that don't mean anything
What does it bring?
I am a chauffeur, this life is over
Drive where you want to, I can't take you there, I can't take ya there
Your arms hurt when you twist
And even the best docs and psychiatrists can't help answer "why me, why this?"
They still think ignorance is bliss
Did you tell them all the things that you missed?
That your life is over and the chauffeur's been thrown out
Golf clubs and baseball gloves, but you can't even get out of the dugout
You hit a home run and try to laugh
You see the ball and then zone out
And it's your favorite thing to watch the weather channel, wrapped in your best flannel
Your eyes are void, you can't handle the honest precipitation or its sting
What does the rain promise?
What does the pain bring?
Forever a doubting Thomas, you begin to ask yourself about everything
Isn't it funny to think about all the things that make us sad?
Like losing dreams and kisses that don't mean anything
What does it bring?
Isn't it funny to think about all the things that make us cry?
Like family and the one time that your best friend lied
What does it bring?