INTRO When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new, It always winds up feeling more like a job interview. My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet someone, Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run. I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old, He took my mom out to a movie and for once, I got to go. A few months later I remember lying there in bed, I overheard him pop the question and I prayed that she'd say yes. And then, All of a sudden, oh it seemed so strange to me, How we went from something's missing to a family. Looking back all I can say about all the things he did for me, Is I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be. I met the girl who's now my wife about three years ago, We had the perfect marriage, but we wanted something more. Now here I stand surrounded by our family and friends, Crowded round the nursery window as they bring the baby in. And now, All of a sudden, oh it seemed so strange to me, How we've gone from something's missing to a family. Looking through the glass I think about the man that's standing next to me, And I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be. Yeah, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be. Because he didn't have to be. You know he didn't have to be.