Every Other Weekend - Reba McEntire, Kenny Chesney

Every other Friday

It’s toys and clothes and backpacks

Is everybody in

Okay, let’s go see dad

Same time in the same spot

Corner of the same old parking lot

Half the hugs and kisses there are always sad

We trade couple words and looks and kids again

Every other weekend

Every other weekend

Very few exceptions

I pick up the love we made in both my arms

It’s movies on the sofa, grilled cheese and cut the crust off

«That's not the way mom makes it, daddy,"breaks my heart

I miss everything I use to have with her again

Every other weekend

I cant tell her I love her

I can’t tell him I love him

'Cause there’s too many questions and ears in the car

So I don’t tell him I miss him

I don’t tell her I need her

She’s (He's) over me, that’s where we are

So we’re as close as we might ever be again

Every other weekend

Every other Saturday

First thing in the morning

I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away

I know why, but I don’t know why

We ever let this happen

Fallin' for forever was a big mistake

There’s so much not to do and all day not to do with him

Every other weekend

Every other Sunday

I empty out my backseat

While my children hug their mother

In the parking lot

We don’t touch,

We don’t talk much,

Maybe goodbye to each other

As she drives away with every piece of heart I got,

I reconvince myself we did the right thing,

Every other weekend

I can’t tell her I love her

I can’t tell him I love him

'Cause there’s too many questions and ears in the car

So I don’t tell him I miss him

I don’t tell her I need her

She’s (He's) over me that’s where we are

We’re as close as we might ever be again

Every other weekend

Yeah, for fifteen minutes,

We’re a family again

God, I wish that he was still with me again

Every other weekend