Story Behind The Song

This song originally got its concept from a very good buddy of mine, Bryan Guthmiller (he would want me to tell you that he's from the Jamestown Guthmillers, and not the Pettibone clan--they're a rough bunch, apparently). Bryan can oftentimes be heard making comments like "What are the chances 'this' or 'that' will happen?" Most of the time, I'd say there is typically about a 95% chance that whatever he is predicting won't happen, WILL happen! Once I got the title, the song took off in a completely different direction--as you can tell from the lyrics. It's a story about a guy that woke up from a dream about his "Ex," and realizes that he's just not that lucky to actually have gotten her back (whether that would be lucky or not, I'll leave up to your own interpretation). You get the idea throughout the song that these are recurrent dreams, and he just wishes that he would stop having them and move on with his life. Moral of the story: Women can still control your life even after they're long gone!

Lyrics

Well, I woke up this morning from a perfect dream
Thoughts of you inside my head, though you're a distant memory
And it seemed so real, yeah, it felt so sweet
I thought it was September, when you were still with me

So, I closed my eyes again
And tried my hardest to pretend, but then, (I thought)

What's the chance of that happening to me?
It's an unrealistically low probability
So, now I'll wake up
It's just a dream, it wasn't real, yeah, that's what it seems

And I felt so strange for the rest of the day
Stumblin' round like a clown, in a constant cloudy haze
Searchin' for some solace, in my mind of make-believe
Then suddenly recalling the grim reality

So, I'd close my eyes again
And try my hardest to pretend, but once again, (I thought)

What's the chance of that happening to me?
It's an unrealistically low probability
So, now I'll wake up
It's just a dream, it wasn't real, oh, that's what it seems

In my head, you're already gone
And have been for oh, so long
But in my heart, the memory lives on
And I can't quit dreaming about you

But I've got to stop dreaming about you
But what's the chance, what's the chance, what's the chance of that?
It's just a dream
It wasn't real
It wasn't you