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

Paid first and last month's rent, i don't know why i even carried in this old bed of mines
Its not like i ever sleep
All i do is think of her, and wonder how im gonna make things work
Cause i know as a dad i got a lot of responsibility
Even tho God gave this gift to the both of us
Some how every other weekend is how it ended up

(chorus)
When the telephone rings, i drop everything
Cause when all u got is that 8 o'clock, nite nite dad i miss you a lot
I stop in my tracks, i try to act strong when she calls
And i thank God she cant hear tears...when they fall

Now its her Dr. Seuss and me and shes learning how to read
And i cant see those pictures, but i can hear those pages turn
And her mother says it bath time, as she blows a kiss through the line
I don't kno whats worse saying goodbye, or talking to her
Cause im the one that should be there tucking her in the bed
But since her voice is all i have im thankful for what i get

(repeat chorus)

If she knew i was crying she might think its her fault, oh but that's just me missing her
Every time we talk....every time we talk

(repeat chorus)