We brought our baby home today, our body's so tired, the night seem so endless, we are both sleep deprived, she is hungry and crying, a feeding is due, who's gonna do it, me or you?

In the blink of an eye she is all grown up. Her sights set on college, we've loaded the truck, to get her where she's going we drove across three state lines, now as we pull away from her waving in our rear view, I wonder who's gonna cry first, me or you?

Our life is different now, both bad and good. Our girl flew the nest, we knew one day she would. You say that you love me, for years I believed that was true, but now when you say it I wonder who are you trying to convince, me or you?