Half a million dollar home, with blue paper plates
Two cars and a motor cycle, no roller skates
Sixty hours for the man, not two minutes for the kids
A better life right, better than how we used to live
We teach them lots of things, like how to miss their dad
Here's how the world works, pretend your really not sad
(Chorus)
Don't miss out on the real things
There might not be another chance
To be the things you leave behind
Don't miss out on the real things
There might not be a better chance
To say what's on your mind
Don't miss out on the real things
There might not be another chance
You might be out of time
Home all alone, macaroni on blue paper plates
Television stares back at a sad little face
Six hours of reality, not two minutes of something real
How much is time with mom worth lost to paying bills
We learn to be self sufficient, we learn to be alone
We learn how to regret, everything never done
Mom's home late, Throws away dirty paper plates
Her little boy's in bed, home to late to kiss his face
Eight hours of sacrafice, not two minutes for love
It really is better this way is the push worth the shove
It's really not all that bad, the time spent for this
I wonder do we see what we're teaching to our kids