Music: Austin Goodloe/Brett James/Jared Mullins
You can add up all the acres or the square feet of a house
The inch marks on a door frame are probably painted over now
But everything about back home that you still treasure
You can't measure
Twelve ounces in a cold one, twenty-four cold ones in a case
We found out that one too many was the three or four we drank
And how much we all laugh when we get back together
You can't measure
Like how much I miss my grandpa every time that I'm gone fishin'
How Heaven seems so far away, but in the end, it isn't
If you wanna know how much I love her
Just add up all the days left in forever
Yeah, all the things that really matter, you can't measure
It's not an eight-by-ten, it's a memory in a frame
It's not how you spend your money, it's how you spend your days
And how much time you lost when you knew better
No, you just can't measure
Like how much I miss my grandpa every time that I go fishin'
How Heaven seems so far away, but in the end, it isn't
If you wanna know how much I love her
Just add up all the days left in forever
All the things that really matter, you can't measure
Yeah, the measure of a man (Yeah) six feet in the grave
It ain't how long you live, no, it's what he did
With the dash between them dates
Like how much I miss my grandpa every time that I go fishin'
How Heaven seems so far away, these days, it sure feels different
If you wanna know how much I love her
Just add up all the days left in forever
Yeah, all the things that really matter, you can't measure
No, you just can't measure