Take time to sit and decompress
Work all the hours it takes to live
Find time to tuck the kids in bed
Make time to hear what's in her head
Sometimes when I get home from work
I think about the things I did that day
I wonder if my girl will see
And if my son will look at me
I'm not complaining, not depressed
It's just time is moving by so fast
They're waiting for me at the door
I'll go give them smiles worth waiting for
Sometimes when I get home from work
I think about the things I did that day
I wonder if my girl will see
And if my son will look at me
Sometimes when I get home from work
I think about the things I did that day
I wonder if my girl will see
And if my son will look at me