Ain’t it Funny

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He pulled his last cigarette back out of the ashtray,
slipped it between his lips, held a pen,
and stared down at his hand.
She said she was here to stay.
Thinks, ‘ain’t it funny things never turn out that way.’

Ain’t it funny? Ain’t it funny?
Ain’t it funny, things didn’t turn out that way?

The thing about dreamers are they’re better asleep,
but he’s been up for hours wired on coffee and nicotine.
Torn through the night with his scream,
dreaming of all the things he’s wished he’d never seen.

It ain’t so funny. It ain’t so funny.
It ain’t so funny, things didn’t turn out that way.

It’s hard to be a bachelor when he’s afraid to be alone.
He’s the hard-pressed lover afraid to make a move,
because fear grips us all when we have something to lose.
He just sits there with a pen in his hand
and stares down at the phone.
He just sits there with a pen in his hand
and stares down at the phone.
Ain’t it funny somehow we’re all just staring at the phone.

Ain’t it funny? Yeah, ain’t it funny?
Ain’t it funny? I suppose.

©2000 Ivany

Produced by Dwight Ivany and Jim English

Engineered by Dwight Ivany and Jim English

Tom Fowler: vocals
Dwight Ivany: guitar, harmonicas
Jim English idiophone
Colin Carrigan fiddle
Philip Shaw Bova: drums
Phillip Victor Bova: bass