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 door frame

We all know you tip toed 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 swingin'

On 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

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 of plenty young blood left in 'em

And plenty nights under pink skies

You taught 'em to enjoy

They call your hats, a race to 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

That we just taught different lessons