Sometimes he lets that boss get in his head.
Can't see past that mountain of deadlines on his desk.
Five O'clock he's the last one out the gate,
and he gets cut off, flipped off, ticked off out on the interstate.
Then he wonders why this world wont leave him alone,
till he hears that little voice hollar, "Daddy's Home"
Things that matter, Things that don't.

She's held on to that grudge all her life,
been 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 to much to forgive.
She gets that call that says he don't have long,
She walks in he starts cryin, the past is gone.
Things that matter, Things that don't.

Time ain't on my side
Don't want to 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.
thinkin I got all the answers, don't need anybodys help
God was right there waiting for me all along,
to haul down on my knees when we're wrong
Things that matter, Things that don't.
Things that matter, Things that don't.

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Thanks to (anonymous) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 30, 2009
Thanks to (Katie) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 31, 2009
Thanks to (Mark) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 31, 2009
Thanks to (anonymous) for correcting these lyrics. May 5, 2009