Things That Matter - Alan Jackson

A little girl puts on her skates, sits down on the porch and waits

And hopes her daddy won’t be long

One more call, one more meetin', afternoon turns into evenin'

Still he ain’t made it home

Things that matter

And things that don’t

Another place someone slams a door, says «I don’t love you anymore»

Looks like another sleepless night

Tossin' turnin' on the couch, he wonders if they’ll work it out

It’s all about bein' happy or bein' right

Things that matter

And things that don’t

We only get so many trips around the sun

Some things matter some things don’t

It’s up to you to choose which ones

We only get so many trips around the sun

Some things matter some things don’t

It’s up to you to choose which ones

So tonight as I close my eyes

I pray «Lord help me realise»

Something I already know

There’s things that matter

And things that don’t

A little girl puts on her skates, sits down on the porch and waits

And hopes her daddy won’t be long