Sometimes he lets that boss get in his head   He can't see past that mountain of deadlines on his desk   5 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   Thinking I got all the answers, don't need anybody's help   Well, 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