Half The Man

Half The Man
When a single Mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My Momma used to wonder if she’d ever meet someone
That wouldn’t find out about me and then turn around and run

I met the man I call my Dad when I was five years old
He took my Mom out to a movie, and for once I got to go
A few months later I remember lying there in bed
I overheard him pop the question and I prayed that she’d say yes
And then all of a sudden, oh it seemed so strange to me
How we went from ‘something’s missing’ to a family
Looking back all I can say about all the things he did for me
Is I hope I’m at least half the Dad that he didn’t have to be
I met the girl that’s now my wife about three years ago
We had the perfect marriage but we wanted something more
Now here I stand surrounded by our family and friends
Crowded round the nursery window as they bring the baby in
And now all of a sudden, oh it seems so strange to me
How we’ve gone from ‘something’s missing’ to a family
Looking through the glass I think about the man that’s
standing next to me
And I hope I’m at least half the Daddy that he didn’t
have to be

And looking back all I can say about all the things he
did for me
Is I hope I’m at least half the Dad that he didn’t
have to be
Yeah I hope I’m at least half the Dad that he didn’t
have to be
Because he didn’t have to be
You know he didn’t have to be