god's plans

Zach Bryan - Pink Skies
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plent y of young blood left in 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught 'em to en joy
So clean the house, clear the drawers
Mop the floors, stand tall
Like no one's ever been here be fore or at all
And 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 '0 8
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud