When I was six years old, my daddy packed his bags and said, "I'm gone"
But he never left, just took his bags outside and mowed the lawn
And I understand it now
Sometimes you're just too overwhelmed to fight
And leaving was the best thing for his broken heart
But best ain't always right
It's not what you got
Or what you think you'll get
It's what you've got left
I put her on a plane, told her that, "I'll be here when you land"
I watched her fly away and knew I'd never see her face again
I understand it now
I swear she almost said it with her eyes
Our love was all too real
But just because it's real don't make it right
It's not what you got
Or what you think you'll get
It's what you've got left
I read a lot of books about a man that no one's ever seen
I talk to him at night, sometimes I wish he'd stop and talk to me
And I'll never understand, though smarter people say one day I might
But just because I think I'm wrong about him doesn't make me right
It's not what you got
Or what you think you'll get
It's what you've got left