Lying in the park on a beautiful day
sunshine in the grass and the children play
sirens passing, fire engine red
someoneâs house is burning down on a day like this.
The evening comes and weâre hanging out
on the front step and a car goes by with the windows rolled down
and that War song is playing, âWhy Canât We Be Friends?â
someone is screaming and crying in the apartment upstairs.
Funny the way it is and if you think about it
somebodyâs going hungry and someone else is eating now
funny the way it is, not right or wrong
somebodyâs heart is broken and it becomes your favorite song.
The way your mouth feels in a loverâs kiss
like a pretty bird on the breeze or water to a fish
but a bomb blast brings the building crashing to the floor
hear the laughter while the children play war.
Funny the way it is, if you think about it
one kid walks ten miles to school, anotherâs dropping out
funny the way it is, not right or wrong
on a soldierâs last breath, his babyâs being born.
Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing underneath
it must have been much harder when there was no bridge, just water
now the world is small, compared to how it used to be
with mountains, and oceans, and winters, and rivers, and stars.
Watch the sky, a jet plane so far out of my reach
is there someone up there looking down on me?
A boy chase a bird, so close, but every time
he'll never catch her, but he canât stop trying.
Funny the way it is, if you think about it
one kid walks ten miles to school, anotherâs dropping out
funny the way it is, not right or wrong
on a soldierâs last breath, his babyâs being born
funny the way it is, not right or wrong
somebodyâs broken heart becomes your favorite song
funny the way it is, if you think about it
one kid walks ten miles to school, anotherâs dropping out.
Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing underneath
it must have been much harder when there was no bridge, just water
now the world is small, compared to how it used to be
with mountains, and oceans, and winters, and rivers, and stars.