Sometimes he lets that boss get in his head He can´t see past that mountain of deadlines on his desk 5 o´clock, he´s the last one out of the gate And he gets cut off, flipped off, ticked off, out on the interstate
And he wonders why this world won´t leave him alone Till he hears that little voice holler, "Daddy´s home" Things that matter, things that don´t She´s held on to that grudge all her life And thirty years of anger, since her dad walked out that night She thinks of all the moments that he´s missed All the birthdays, ballets, first dates, it seems too much to forget She gets that call that said he don´t have long She walks in, he starts crying, the past is gone Things that matter, things that don´t Time ain´t on our side Don´t wanna leave this world with "Why didn´t I? Why didn´t I?" Yeah, why didn´t I?
Sometimes I take on this world by myself Thinking I got all the answers, don´t need anybody´s help Well, God was right there waiting for me all along To fall down on my knees, surrender all Things that matter, things that don´t Things that matter, things that don´t