Fifth of February

I recently found a memory
That made me out to feel
Grateful for everything
My granddaddy spent his last years
Looking after me
And making new memories
Sometimes my mind will try pretending
That he's here with me
And then I'd want to tell him
Do you remember
In the coolness of September
When you'd pick me up from school
And smoke a cigarette or two?
It was a blessing to have my grandparents around me
The thought reminds me of a place I used to know
When my grandfather was home
He used to be
A fan of fast car racing
Although he'd end up sleeping more than watching
And three generations
Of us guys would spend the weekend
Making meat so I would be able to study
Sometimes my mind will try pretending
That he's here with me
And then I'd want to tell him
Do you remember
In the scorching hot December
We'd have Christmas with the family
And altogether we were happy?
It was a blessing to have my grandparents around me
The thought reminds me of a place I used to know
When my grandfather was home

Sometimes my mind will try pretending
That he's here with me
And then I'd want to tell him
I won't lose the memory of the fifth of February
When you packed your bags and went to be with God
I still smell the fragrance
Of your cigarettes and Old Spice
But I'm glad you're in the place I want to know
My grandfather is home
My grandfather is home