It's funny how I can shake a hand,
and not even remember,
It's funny how I live through December,
It's funny how I look up at cheery blue skies,
and it makes me sad cause I think of your eyes,
It's funny how I can tell when you're not listening,
You stare into nowhere at something glistening,
Then you cut me short and run away,
Hey, hey,
It's funny no matter how hard I try,
I can't seem to do anything right, can I?
It spins me, spins me round in a circle,
Til I fall down and I turn purple,
It's funny how I don't know what you mean,
Cause you were found somewhere between,
So when I lay my head down at night,
I still don't know if I was right,
It's funny how it doesn't matter at all,
Cause I've combed over everything I recall,
It's funny how life's so complicated,
That sometimes we wish we were sedated,
It's funny how so many have hated,
While still others were so elated,
It's funny to think of the secrets of life,
That help us get through the pain and the strife,
Finding our way to a humble laughter,
At all that makes us much wiser after.
