Flock of Dimes - The Joke lyrics

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