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Footballs, baseballs, basketballs Two little boys and their toys Played each game until the bitter end Oh, start a league and make-believe That was Paul and Steve Turns out they became the best of friends An only once-per-lifetime sort of friends Steve grew up and found the Lord Paul grew up, was mostly bored All he found was questions without answers Friends and family tried to push Paul held out for a burning bush These two friends gave life two different answers Paul would doubt and Steven would romance her They laughed and loved and cried, grew old and died They laughed and loved and cried, grew old and died Thanked two women for their children Drank of life like bawdy wine And thensurprisethey just grew old and died Steve arrived at heavens gate Looked around, could hardly wait To find old Paul and say, I told you so. Went to the angel concierge Said, Ive been up and down the stairs Can you help me find my boyhood friend named Paul? The angel pushed a button on the wall A window opened up and then Steven looked and saw his friend Wandering alone outside the wall The angel said, Lets celebrate Pauls made his bed, but you got saved Come enjoy the rich rewards of faith Come with me, Ill show you round the place Steven stood and blinked his eyes Choked his words, apologized Said, Angel, this aint personal at all This place is dear; I like to hear Your friends sing in the hall But for me it cant be heaven without Paul Well be outside playing basketball Please call me if you change your mind bout Paul 2005 Music and Lyrics by Steven Kalas (BMI) |