Lyrics:

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 And 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