I'm sending this letter, I'll mail it todayThere's so many things I've been wanting to sayYour mom sent some pictures, and my how you've grownRock and roll fathers are never at homeI'm writing this letter, I made you a songI promised your mom that I'd write while I'm goneYou say, Daddy, come home, we'll just have to waitI hope when I get there that it won't be too lateSkyler, I just missed your first step todayI have no excuses and nothing to sayI live on a bus with a rock and roll bandI hope when you're older that you'll understandI'm coming home soon, this tour's almost dueI promise I'll try to spend more timeYou say, Daddy, come home, we'll just have to waitI hope when I get there that it won't be too lateNow Madison Blue, you know I love you tooNot a single day passes that I don't think of youI'm running on empty in a mountain so highI can pull outyour pictures and look in your eyesI long for the day when your old man comes homeIt kills me to hear you say, Daddy, don't goYou say, Daddy, come home, we'll just have to waitI hope when I get there that it won't be too lateDaddy's at work now, he's trying to pay billsEgos and assholes are part of my dealI make some money and I have some funThe tax man, he cometh and I'm back to square oneDon't worry about your daddy, you girls be goodGive a kiss to your motherI'll show you how to love your daddyI sure wish I couldThis life has its momentsI'm not always sadTake care and I love you, your rock and roll dad