You Don't Know What You're Missing

A couple carport folding chairs

Catching up over backyard beers

Watching his kids playing in the yard

I told him all about last night

Chasing girls out with the guys

And everyone was asking where you are

I said, "Buddy, you don't know just what you're missing"

And he set down his beer and said, "Man, listen"

"You're missing first steps and ball games

Sunday front-porch sittin'

You're missing red wine after bedtime

Spinning mom around the kitchen

One day, the one's gonna come along

And love is gonna hit you a little different

But until then, you don't know what you're missing"

Mm-mm

Sometimes I miss those whiskey stones

Up all nights and all-night longs

But they don't hold a candle to a sunrise here at home

'Cause you're missing first steps and ball games

And Sunday front-porch sittin'

You're missing red wine after bedtime

Spinning mom around the kitchen

One day, the one's gonna come along

And love is gonna hit you a little different

But until then, you don't know what you're missing

No, you don't know what you're missing

Mm-mm

Someday you're gonna find out for yourself

You'll be carport drinking, telling someone else

You're missing first steps and ball games

And Sunday front-porch sittin'

You're missing red wine after bedtime

Spinning Mom around the kitchen

One day, the one is gonna come along

And love is gonna hit you a little different

But until then, man, you don't know what you're missing

No, you don't know what you're missing

Mm-mm