Well i was laying on my back as the moonlight shone,
On the ripples on the water from the rock i'd thrown.
Watched the ripples trun to waves as the waves began,
To wet my feet to get back to from where they began.
And i said you know , ain't it funny how everything does.

Everything does.

Well i was standing there beside an old man's park bench,
He told me the line son his face are where his memories slept.
Counts the grass and the trees and the sky above,
As the things that give him life but then everything does.
And he said you know ain't it funny how everything does.

Everything does.

And there's a right and a wrong,
And loneliness don't belong,
In a world where everything relies,
On each other to get by,
Wan't your mind got to fight,
Let's dream of love here tonight,
Watch as she flies.

And i guess true love makes it sunny,
But not every thing does.