My grandfather's name was Moon
'Cause his eyes were bright and round
And no amount of time or liquor could dull them

My grandmother's name was Joy
'Cause it spilled out of her heart
And bathed her precious children in its warmth

There was happiness in life beyond the sorrow and the pain
But how they ever found it, I cannot explain
Well, I guess time has a way of making everything all right
It's just there's not enough of it

So we drink and we sing and we celebrate
This lie and hope that it will last
Morning's here and night has passed

My grandfather was a doctor
He cured the sick with his kind hands
And he taught me how to sail and how to find dry land

My grandmother was all sweetness
When she spoke we all heard bells
And they rang in such a way that we were comforted

And they held on to each other with all the strength they had
They loved with devotion beyond what I understand
I know fear has a way of making sleep unbearable
And the days are cold and long
So we cry and we dance and we stumble into love with awkward, perfect grace
The moon is gone and the sun has took it's place
The moon is gone and the sun has took it's place