One out of two ain´t gonna make it
Those are the odds these days
And in a world of statistics
He´s left tryin´ to survive
´Til every other Friday at five

He counts the days and then the hours
´Til he can hold his babies in his arms
And they´ll be watchin´ out the window
When he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday at five

For forty-eight hours they´re with him again
But on Sunday afternoon he´s out of time
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he´ll arrive
On every other Friday at five

So let´s not put ´em in the middle
And play tug-of-war with their little hearts
But let mamas and daddies
Smile hello and wave goodbye
On every other Friday at five

For forty-eight hours they´re with him again
But on Sunday afternoon he´s out of time
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he´ll arrive
On every other Friday at five

And they´ll be watchin´ out the window
When he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday at five