Grandpa's Costa Rica,
Was at the bottom of a glass.
It took him back to when,
Times weren't tough.
He would go,
After every bottle he romanced.
All you boys,
May never agree.
But one thing you won't butt heads on
Is he.
Once in a while,
I know you look back,
Take yourselves to a time
When you yourself,
Were romanced.
Because Grandpa's Bottle
Wasn't filled with alcohol
But filled to the top
With all the tears he had caused.
I'm standing here
As his grand-daughter
Wondering why he left
And what exactly
Caught up to him.
I can only hope
He was finally at ease.
I can only hope,
He finally found peace.
Because Granpa's bottle
Wasn't filled with alcohol
But filled to the top
With all the tears he had caused.
Let's take Grandpa
Seven yearrs down the road
Where the world isn't so empty.
It isn't so cold.
I want to ask him,
Was this the plan he had in mind?
In hopes he may answer,
Child,
You're doing quite fine.
But Grandpa won't be here to answer this,
I know for a fact,
I asked the last bottle,
He kissed.
Because Grandpa's bottle,
Wasn't filled with alcohol,
But filled to the top,
With all the years he had caused.
