In the back of a pick-up truck,
Riding high across the gruesome blue wind.
Clouds hang on the backs of skies,
That all your dreams just die in.
One day they'll put me in a pine box,
With a brand new golden cross.
Heaven's just something I hold on to,
To keep from feeling lost
Come inside honey, it's time for bed
There is nothing you can hold on to
That you won't soon forget.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
Down around me over and over again.
Feeling strange like a moth drawn to the flame
You make the same mistake over and over again.
Feeling strange like the whole world
Is calling me down
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
At the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?
Every time that you call me up,
Your just country mule kicking
Looking for a life of your own.
Never, never, never give up
On the things that make you feel less alone.
I drove out to the darkest part of the darkest road.
Where all the trees are picked bare.
If you ever get tired of it honey you can come
Out and meet me there
The water is fine, maybe dive right in
The water is the same as it's always been.
Feeling strange like the whole world's coming
Down around me over and over again.
Feeling strange like I've never seen a face or a
Name that I like half as much as this.
Feeling strange like the whole world
Is calling me down.
Feeling strange like I'm breathing
At the speed of sound.
Baby ain't it strange how we love?