The Joke

The young, the old, the dead
And you and I
Presently traveling

West, chasing the sun
See where once it was
It will be again

And I have lived a charmed life
The hand of fate rests on my shoulder

Still, I get the joke
Try to make you laugh
It speaks for itself

The child I'll never have
The stranger on the sidewalk
All who've ever lived

Now are waking up
To wish us luck



Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Lynn Wasner
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