Pink Skies

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

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So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, and stand tall

Like no one's ever been here before or at all

And don't you mention all the inches that are scraped on the door frame