five o’clock on friday
he’s headed to get his kids
stop lights and trains slow him
and he frowns as he skids

’cause two weeks have ticked by
and he hates being alone
so he smiles as he pulls in front
of what used to be his home

and the kids yell back to mom
do we really have to go
cause it’s no fun, a waste of time
and we love you more, you know

(chorus)
they don’t really mean to hurt him
but they do it the same
but he hides his tears behind his eyes
and he calls them out by name (because he loves them)

9 am on sunday
He’s waiting for his kids
in the auction for their time
He finally has the highest bid

cause all week he was there
but they acted all alone
finally their parking in front
of a building they call his home

they whisper to themselves
do we really have to go
cause it’s no fun, a waste of time
and it’s nothing that we don’t already know

we have divorced ourselves
from the only one who truly cares
all week he’s by our side
and we pretend that he is not there