You might say hey, I lost my sense of humour.   I'm quite surprised I didn't lose it sooner.   Why waste your breath on anything less than talk so trivial,   as a man who ran out of material.      Why did the chicken go across the road?   To get to the other side.   I'm still Waiting For The Punchline.   Whoever said the grass always grows greener on the other lied.   I'm still Waiting For The Punchline.      The good old days, I was known to wear a smile   like all good things they've gone out of style.   I will admit, usually a quick wit.   I found bemusing   what used to be, no longer are amusing.      It's nothing that you said, no nothing that you did   must have been a bad joke.   That's gone over my head.   What me worry, another tragedy,   the latter of time, equals comedy.      Why can't I get to the other side?