We weren’t ready for a world without John Prine
His stories and his spirit grew brighter over time
Then Covid came and took his breath before we played his last song
Ain’t it funny the way the world moves on

We learned that the cracks are how the light gets in
From a poet with a lover born the day his life would end
She made a memory of a map of Canada where his face was drawn
Ain’t it funny the way the world moves on

We are frightened by things we don’t understand
Like where the soul does meet the earth or the color of a man
A hero paved us a better way and handed over the baton
Ain’t it funny the way the world moves on

The world moves on whether you’re ready or not
The world moves on while your heart is in a knot
Hold on to hope, it might be all you’ve got

I’ve got the Dylan’s gonna die someday blues
‘Cause he’s my Woody Guthrie, you know, many a writer’s muse
He’ll be laughing at the clowns’ cacophony after he is gone
‘Cause ain’t it funny the way the world moves on
Ain’t it funny the way the world

The world moves on whether you’re ready or not
The world moves on while your heart is in a knot
Hold on to hope, it might be all you’ve got

The world moves on whether you’re ready or not
The world moves on while your heart is in a knot
Hold on to hope, it might be all you’ve got