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

[Verse 1: Dylan Owen]
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 battle's 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 one's here to lift the casket for us
No one's 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 that 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 disappears
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 mishaps
A whole bunch of,""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
'Cause 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