Pink Skies (feat. Watchhouse)

The kids are in town for a funeral

So pack the car and dry your eyes

I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em

And plenty nights under pink skies

You taught 'em to enjoy

So clean the house

Clear the drawers

Mop the floors

Stand tall

Like no one's ever been here

Before or at all

And don't you mention all the inches

That are scraped on the doorframe

We all know you tiptoed up to 4'1 back in '08

If you could see 'em now

You'd be proud

But you'd think they's yuppies

Your funeral was beautiful

I bet God heard you coming

The kids are in town for a funeral

And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swinging

I'm that kid out on the river

You bailed him out

Never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living

If you could see 'em now

You'd be proud

But you'd think they's yuppies

Your funeral was beautiful

I bet God heard you coming

If you could see 'em now

You'd be proud

But you'd think they's yuppies

Your funeral was beautiful

I bet God heard you coming

The kids are in town for a funeral

So pack the car and dry your eyes

I know they got plenty young blood left in 'em

And plenty nights under pink skies

You taught 'em to enjoy

Recall your hats

Erase the claim

Like who gets to ride shotgun

Your pocket knife, it went missing

I think we know who got that one

You used to let her

Cut the ribbons

On all of her own presents

It made me nervous, but now I see

We just taught different lessons