Where Do Daddies Go
She drops him off at 8 a.m. and picks him up at 5 A single mother working hard to raise her baby right He's talkin' now, he's at that age, the 'Ask a million question' stage And he expects an answer when he asks about life Like, "Mommy, can you tell me what makes airplanes fly and Why do flowers need the rain to grow?" There's only one thing she can't answer no matter how she tries "Where do daddies go? Where do daddies go?" She's halfway through his favorite book when he falls fast asleep She reads the ending anyways and kisses him and leaves She's knows she's got an uphill climb There's things he'll want to know in time And she prays that God will give her all the answers she needs Like, "Mommy could you teach me how to throw a ball And would you show me how to use my fishin' pole" There's a lot of things I need to know, but most of all "Where do daddies go? Where do daddies go?" I know it makes her wonder as the teardrops fall 'Where do daddies go? Where do daddies go?'