Verse 1 There's an old glove in the corner, A faded cap upon the shelf. Every crack of every bat Brings back a piece of them. They taught these boys to throw a fastball, To shake a hand and stand up tall. Now every game begins the same... Looking toward the sky. Pre-Chorus Sometimes the loudest cheers Don't come from the crowd... Chorus 'Cause Papa and Grandma got the best seats in Heaven, Watching every inning, every dream unfold. Every swing, every catch, every home run hit, They're smiling through the clouds of gold. When the boys round third with dirt upon their knees, There's a little extra wind beneath the trees. You might not see them... But they're closer than they've ever been. Papa and Grandma are still cheering them on... From the best seats in Heaven. Verse 2 The oldest's growing into the man They always hoped he'd be. The middle's learning life ain't measured By what's in your hands to keep. The youngest still looks toward the bleachers, Half expecting them to wave. Maybe that's why every sunset Feels a little less far away. Pre-Chorus Love doesn't end When goodbye begins... Chorus 'Cause Papa and Grandma got the best seats in Heaven, Watching every inning, every dream unfold. Every strikeout, every comeback, every lesson learned, They're there for every story told. When the boys dust off and stand back up again, There's a strength they somehow always seem to find. Maybe that's two angels Whispering, "You're doing just fine." Papa and Grandma are still cheering them on... From the best seats in Heaven. Bridge One day these little cleats Will become work boots and grown-up shoes. The scoreboards will fade, But love will never lose. The games may someday end... The memories never will. Because Heaven keeps every cheer Echoing forever still. Final Chorus Papa and Grandma got the best seats in Heaven, Front row to every chapter yet to come. They'll celebrate the victories, Help carry every burden. And when those grandsons look back someday, They'll realize what they've always known... Love never left the ballpark, It just found a higher home. So if you hear the breeze As the flags begin to wave... That's Papa yelling, "Good eye!" Grandma clapping all the way. The game's not over... Their love still fills the air. Because the best fans a kid could ever have... Are waiting in the best seats in Heaven.
