my grandfather's name was moon
  because his eyes were bright and round
  and no amount of time or liquor could dull them
  my grandmother's name was joy
  because it spilled out of her heart
  and bathed her precious children in its warmth
  and there was happiness in life beyond the sorrow
  and the pain
  but how they ever found it i cannot explain
  i guess time has a way of making everything alright
  it's just there is not enough of it
  and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate
  this lie and hope that it will last
  morning is here 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 feel this way
  my grandmother was all sweetness
  and when she spoke we all heard bells and
  they ran in such a way that we were comforted
  and they held on to each other with all the strength they had
  and they loved with devotion beyond what i understand
  but i guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable
  and the days seem dark and long
  but we cry and we dance
  and we stumble into love with perfect, awkward grace
  the moon is gone and the sun has took its place