Sometimes he lets that boss get in his head,
He can't see past that mountain of dealines
On his desk,
Five o'clock, he's the last one
Out of the gate,
And he gets cut off, flipped off, ticked off,
Out on the interstate
And he wonders why this world won't leave him alone,
Till he hears that little voice holler,
Daddy's home

Things that matter,
Things that don't.

She's held on to that grudge,
All her life,
And thirty years of anger,
Since her dad walked out that night,
She thinks of all the moments that he's missed,
All the birthdays, ballets, first dates,
It seems too much to forget,
She gets that call that said he don't have long,
She walks in, he starts crying,
The past is gone.

Things that matter,
Things that don't.

Time ain't on our side,
Don't wanna leave this world,
With why didn't I,
Why didn't I,
Yeah, why didn't I?

Sometimes I take on this world by myself,
Thinkin' I got all the answers,
Don't need anybody's help,
When God was right there waiting for me all along,
To fall down on my knees,
Surrender all

Things that matter,
Things that don't,
Things that matter,
Things that don't.