Reba McEntire: Every Other Weekend

Every other FridayIts toys and clothes in backpacksIs everybody in okayLets go see dadSame time in the same spotCorner of the same old parking lotHalf the hugs and kisses there are always sadWe trade a couple words and looksAnd kids again every other weekendEvery other weekendVery few exceptionsI pick up the love we made in both my armsIts movies on the sofaGrilled cheese and cut the crust offBut Thats not the way mom makes it, daddy breaks my heartI miss everything we used to have with her againEvery other weekendI cant tell her I love herI cant tell him I love himCause theres too many questions and ears in the carSo, I dont tell him I miss himI dont tell her I need herShes over me thats where we areHes over me thats where we areWere as close as we might ever be againEvery other weekendEvery other SaturdayFirst thing in the morningI turn the TV on to make the quiet go awayI know why but I dont know whyWe ever let this happenFallin' for forever was a big mistakeTheres so much not to do and all day not do it inEvery other weekendEvery other Sunday I empty out my backseatWhile my children hug their mother in the parking lotWe dont touch; we dont talk muchMaybe goodbye to each otheras she drives away with every piece of heart I've got I re-convince myself we did the right thing every other weekend I cant tell her I love herI cant tell him I love himCause theres too many questions and ears in the carSo, I dont tell him I miss himI dont tell her I need herShes over me thats where we areHes over me thats where we areWere as close as we might ever be againEvery other weekendYeah, for fifteen minutes, were a family againGod I wish that he was still with me againEvery other weekend