Pink Skies (Live From Minneapolis)

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

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 swinging

On that kid down by 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

I 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

And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swinging

On that kid down by the river

You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living