Two lonely-eyed boys in a pick-up truck

And they're drivin' through the rain and the heat

And their skin's so sweaty they both get stuck

To the old black vinyl seats

And it's Abbott and Costello meet Paul and Silas

It's the two of us together and we're puttin' on the mileage



And we both feel lost

But I remember what Susan said

How love is found in the things we've given up

More than in the things that we have kept

And ain't it funny what people say

And ain't it funny what people write

And ain't it funny how it hits you so hard

In the middle of the night

And if your home is just another place where you're a stranger

And far away is just somewhere you've never been

I hope that you'll remember, I was your friend



Two full grown men in a huddle of kids

And they're trying to help them to believe

What is too good to be real

But is more real than the air they breathe

And it's Wally and the Beaver, David and Jonathan

It's the Love of Jesus puttin' on flesh and bone



And we both feel lost

But I remember what Susan said

How love is found in the things we've given up

More than in the things that we have kept

And ain't it funny what people say

And ain't it funny what people write

And ain't it funny how it hits you so hard

In the middle of the night

And I remember what Susan said



And ain't it funny what people say

And ain't it funny what people write

And ain't it funny how it hits you so hard

In the middle of the night

And if your home is just another place where you're a stranger

And far away is just somewhere you've never been

I hope that you'll remem