It’s Not A Sad Thing
Well I wonder what he’s doing
And if he’s falling asleep
I wonder if the flight attendant’s prettier than me
I know he’s coming back but I still didn’t want him to leave
But it’s not a sad thing
It’s not a sad thing
It’s not a sad thing at all
My dear grandmother watches birds every day
I can picture her at the window
Calling out their names
She’s got no one else to talk to
And I guess that keeps her sane
But it’s not a sad thing
It’s not a sad thing
It’s not a sad thing at all
An overheard conversation from the table to my left
Explaining his tattoos and the ones he hasn’t gotten yet
Some of them with meaning
But most of them with regret
But it’s not a sad thing
It’s not a sad thing
It’s not a sad thing at all
No it’s not a sad thing
It’s not a sad thing
It’s never a sad thing at all