Me and an old friend
Turning dials, laugh at the Christian stations
We’ve seen our share of naughty smiles from the Lord
But this time of night there’s no sign of him or anyone
But the passing prowl of police.
Just catch us on, our best behavior
There’s no doing wrong, this time of night
All the lights flashing yellow
And all the world is counting sheep.
Just wait 'til you catch us on our best behavior
Me and an old friend in a pickup
We laugh at the things nobody ever does
‘cause we still know how to walk alone.
And I’m too proud to pray
As we do this, there's just nooo
There’s just no sign of him or anyone
The passing prowl of police.