Mourn (feat. Chanele McGuinness & Regina Zaremba)

I know it's cloudy in heaven tonight
I know it's cloudy in heaven tonight
I know it's cloudy in heaven tonight
I know it's crowded in heaven tonight

My grandpa always had the worst posture
And he still bent over backwards for us
If he could see my lack of work ethic now
He would probably say I'm asking for it
The angels came to take him out of Orange County
To finally tell him that his battles over
Well I'm convinced that not every last
goodbye that we have has to be a tragic moment
Now that we're older no ones here to lift the casket for us
No ones here to tell us how to hold it
It's just a balancing act between the sadness
we have and the amount we keep at our shoulders
Me and all my little cousins broke down after the mass was over
Standing at the altar I'm just thankful we had him always
I'm just thankful that we got to know him
Me and my crazy grandpa followed
that roadmap down the entire east coast
I slept like a child,
my head against the seatbelt knowing
when I woke up we'd finally be close
Enough to Virginia where I figured was my promised
land and in the winter must be where all of the green goes
My grandpa said the rosary,
and talked about the traffic on the
radio that day and how it seemed slow
I don't pretend to know the steps that we
walk, but we all have someone special we've lost
And we never look ahead anymore,
instead we just mourn, so can we just ...
mourn

Let's mourn all the time we've killed in an old
café where it's always pouring rain against the window
I can hardly talk the way we always used to, so I just get over it
And follow the bread crumbs home again
I know that they might leave me off
somewhere different this time around
It's all I've got, just a little bit of light left for the unlit road

I've always had the worst posture, and I know where I got it from
My mom's side always had a lot of fighting
irish stories and a whole lot of forgotten ones
When the devils finally take me out of
Orange County they'll have to drag me out of it
They'll find me with my hands in my pockets
walking down the highway just wandering around again
Cause dying isn't like the movies
It isn't a decision where the body
dissapears and something physical you witness
Where the person that you love goes into critical condition
And the local priest shows up to give him his confession just in time
Nah, you don't get that, instead you get a whole bunch of misshaps
A whole bunch of,
how I wish I did this or did that,
or said this or hugged him harder on his deathbed
My grandpa John was a printer, he was born with ink on his hands
So given the chance when I write now I watch the ink spill on the page
And if I'm thinking of him it's like
I'm bringing him back wherever he's been
I wish that I could listen again through
every trip or event he drove me to visit Anne
He left big shoes that I hope I can fit in the
end and be just like him and die with ink on my hands
No when I die I want to die with blood on
my hands and the blood it'll be yours, Grandpa
Cuz these days we never look ahead when we talk, instead we just mourn
So once again can we just ...
mourn

Let's mourn all the time we've killed in an old
café where it's always pouring rain against the window
I can hardly talk the way we always used to, so I just get over it
And follow the bread crumbs home again
I know that they might leave me off
somewhere different this time around
It's all I've got, just a little bit of light left for the unlit road

I know it's cloudy in heaven tonight
I know it's cloudy in heaven tonight
I know it's cloudy in heaven tonight
I know it's cloudy in heaven tonight

I know it's crowded in heaven tonight
But can you let my Grandpa in?
I know it's crowded in heaven tonight
But can you let my Grandpa in?
I know it's crowded in heaven tonight
But can you let my Grandpa in?
I know it's crowded in heaven tonight
But can you let my Grandpa in?

I know it's crowded in heaven tonight...