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...