Pink Skies Lyrics by Noah James
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 them
And plenty of 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 (?)
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin’
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same
as the day you broke your arm swangin’
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 (?)
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin’
If you could see ’em now
You’d be proud
But you’d think
They’s (?)
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin’
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 them
And plenty of nights under pink skies
You taught ’em to enjoy