I pray and pray, night and day
monday thru friday and saturday thru sunday,
for you to walk through that door.
I sit and stare at the door just waiting
and hoping you will come through,
give me hugs and kisses and throw me in the air

I think and think of that night
when I kissed you good bye,
when you went on your trip.
when mommy cried and cried
begging you to stay just for one more night.

then two days later I here the phone,
ringing and ringing back to back.
then I see mommy with the phone in your hand,
tears on her cheek then running down the cord.
is it daddy? is he coming back? I ask
mommy looks at me with a sad face,
daddy wont be coming back.

so I pray every night that
you'll be there when I wake,
and when I need you.
so daddy...
please come back.