Tekstovi: Jason Michael Carroll. Growing Up Is Getting Old. Tears.

I paid first and last month's rent
I wondered why I even carried in this old bed of mines
'Cause it's not like I ever sleep
All I do is think of her and wonder how I'm gonna make things work
'Cause I know as a dad I got a lot of responsibility

And even though God gave this gift to the both of us
Somehow every other weekend is how it ended up

'Cause when the telephone rings I drop everything
'Cause when all you got is at 8 o'clock
Night, night daddy, miss you a lot
I stop in my tracks and I try to act strong when she calls
And I thank God she can't hear the tears when they fall

Now it's her Dr. Seuss and me, she's learning how to read
And I can't see those pictures but I can hear those pages turn
And her mama says it bath time so she blows a kiss through the line
I don't know what's worse saying goodbye or talking to her

'Cause I'm the one that should be there tucking her in the bed
But since her voice is all I have I'm thankful for what I get

'Cause when the telephone rings I drop everything
'Cause when all you got is at 8 o'clock
Night, night daddy, miss you a lot
I stop in my tracks and I try to act strong when she calls
And I thank God she can't hear the tears

If she knew I was crying she might think it's her fault
Oh, but that's just me missing her every time we talk, every time we talk

'Cause when the telephone rings I drop everything
'Cause when all you got is at 8 o'clock
Night, night daddy, miss you a lot
I stop in my tracks and I try to act strong when she calls
And I thank God she can't hear the tears when they fall