Daddy's Weekend

Suitcase by the door on Friday

Your old car humming in the drive

Mama’s got my backpack ready

Kiss her cheek

Then I switch sides

Window down

My arm out flying

You say

“Pick the songs tonight”

Drive-thru fries and chocolate milkshakes

You wink and say

“We’re eating right” (oh yeah)

It’s just a daddy’s weekend

Gas station candy and late-night shows

Throwing socks at the motel ceiling

Talking ‘bout stuff that nobody else knows

You tell me

“Kid

I’m still learning”

I tell you

“Dad

Me too”

We don’t fix everything

But we make it through

On a daddy’s weekend

Me and you

Two feet on the same old barstool

You help me spell my name in sauce

You laugh too loud at all my stories

Even when I get them crossed

Arcade lights and crumpled tokens

You cheer like I just won the town

I wear your hoodie in the morning

It hangs past my knees

You never point it out

It’s just a daddy’s weekend

Gas station candy and late-night shows

Throwing socks at the motel ceiling

Talking ‘bout stuff that nobody else knows

You tell me

“Kid

I’m still learning”

I tell you

“Dad

Me too”

We don’t fix everything

But we make it through

On a daddy’s weekend

Me and you

You say you’re sorry for the Fridays

When work gets in the way

I say I’ll save my best stories

For the Saturdays we get to steal away (hey)

On our daddy’s weekend

Crumpled receipts on the dashboard low

Save the key card as a treasure

Like a ticket to our own small show

You tell me

“Kid

I’m still learning”

I tell you

“Dad

Me too”

We can’t freeze time

But we stretch it a few

On a daddy’s weekend

Me and you