And I wonder...

And I wonder if they miss us,
Now wouldn't that be funny?
Now that we're without them
We can hardly stand ourselves.
Well it's funny when they're here
How we take for granted
The way they taste, the way they feel,
Their sight, their smell, their sound.
And it's funny when they're gone
Just how bad we miss them
And how life can be so empty
When they're not around.