paroles de chanson Things You Didn't Make Time For - Bryan Martin

That phone starts ringing rolling 75
Four hours in to a ten hour drive
Dad says, "Son, when you going home again?"
I said the schedule changes just like the weather
Got a good woman to hold it all together
And he said I know I've been where you been
But just remember when you get that chance again

Hold her tight in the middle of the night
When you get home you go outside
Teach that little boy how to hold that bat
Let your baby girls braid your hair
Load 'em up and take 'em somewhere
I promise you son you'll be wanting those days back
But when they gone, they gone, they ain't coming round no more
The things you didn't make time for

Well it hit me like a brick and I ain't forgot
He was always gone more times than not
Now I think I finally understand
Just hearing him saying those words
I can hear his regret I can feel the hurt
And I just thought that's what it takes to be a man
I know I've said I can't when I know I can

Hold her tight in the middle of the night
When I get home go outside
Teach that little boy how to hold that bat
Let my baby girls braid my hair
Load 'em up and take 'em somewhere
I know one day I'll be wanting those days back
'Cause when they gone, they gone, they ain't coming round no more
The things you didn't make time for

Hold her tight in the middle of the night
When you get home you go outside
Teach that little boy how to hold that bat
Let your baby girls braid your hair
Load 'em up and take 'em somewhere
'Cause one day you won't never know when you can't get it back
Yeah, when they gone, they gone, they ain't coming round no more
The things you didn't make time for
Maybe make a little time for
The things you didn't make time for