I paid first and last month's rent, I wondered why I even carried in that old bed of mine
Cause 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've got a lot of responsibilities
And even though God gave this gift to the both of us
Some how every other weekend is how it ended up
So when the telephone rings, I drop everything
Cause when all you got is that 8 o'clock, nite nite daddy miss you a lot
I stop in my tracks, and 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 shes learning how to read
And I cant see the pictures, but I can hear those pages turn
And her momma says it bath time, so she blows a kiss through the line
I don't know whats worse saying goodbye, or talking to her
Cause im the one who should be there tucking her in the bed
But since her voice is all I have im thankful for what I get
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
"Bye daddy" "Bye baby, I'll talk to you soon alright?" "alright" "I love you" "I love you too."