At The End Of The Day

Jack handed Rita his paycheck

With his apologies

He said, "They're cutting back at work

They had to let me go"

And Jack expected tears, he expected worse

But he didn't expect these words

As Rita pulled him close and she said to him

"Don't worry about it, baby, let me tell you something"

At the end of the day

Is really where it all begins

With who you love, who loves you

And who's your friends

'Cause God don't care where you live

Who you are, what you drive or how much you make

All that really counts is how you sleep

At the end of the day

Now Betty handed Bob the keys

To their million dollar home

Said, Bob, this might be living

But it sure ain't love

I thought I had to have all this, I thought it made me 'Me'

Ah, but now I think that it's just

Twenty cold rooms full of stuff

I need to say it, let me tell you something else, Bob"

At the end of the day

Is really where it all begins

With who you love, who loves you

And who's your friends

'Cause God don't care where you live

Who you are, what you drive or how much you make

All that really counts is how you sleep

At the end of the day

Now when my grandpa died, he didn't have a dime

But he was rich, they say

And when it came time to see him off

The whole damn county came

And I remember he used to say it all the time

At the end of the day

Is really where it all begins

With who you love, who loves you

And who's your friends

'Cause you know, God don't care where you live

Who you are, what you drive or how much you make

All that really counts is how you sleep

At the end of the day, at the end of the day