I pack my bags and say goodbye to my wife For what seems like the millionth time. They said it gets easier, but they lied. She looks at me and says, "Really baby, I will be just fine" But then she looks away so I don't have to see her cry. And that is when I ask myself How am I supposed to be Everything they expect me to be When I feel so alone, 'Cause I left my heart at home. She needs me, but I know they need me too. So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do. Really I'm so thankful for the people I meet, The places I've been and the things I've seen, But when she's not here It doesn't feel like I'm living my dream. I know they say that no one is perfect, But I swear she's perfect for me And that makes it so much harder to leave. How am I…