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?