Reba McEntire - Every Other Weekend

Every other Friday Its toys and clothes in backpacks Is everybody in okay Lets go see dad Same time in the same spot Corner of the same old parking lot Half the hugs and kisses there are always sad We trade a couple words and looks And kids again every other weekend Every other weekend Very few exceptions I pick up the love we made in both my arms Its movies on the sofa Grilled cheese and cut the crust off But Thats not the way mom makes it, daddy breaks my heart I miss everything we used to have with her again Every other weekend I cant tell her I love her I cant tell him I love him Cause theres too many questions and ears in the car So, I dont tell him I miss him I dont tell her I need her Shes over me thats where we are Hes over me thats where we are Were as close as we might ever be again Every other weekend Every other Saturday First thing in the morning I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away I know why but I dont know why We ever let this happen Fallin' for forever was a big mistake Theres so much not to do and all day not do it in Every other weekend Every other Sunday I empty out my backseat While my children hug their mother in the parking lot We dont touch; we dont talk much Maybe 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 her I cant tell him I love him Cause theres too many questions and ears in the car So, I dont tell him I miss him I dont tell her I need her Shes over me thats where we are Hes over me thats where we are Were as close as we might ever be again Every other weekend Yeah, for fifteen minutes, were a family again God I wish that he was still with me again Every other weekend