[Verse] Barefoot on the grill, flames do the twist, Mama’s sauce on my fingers, yeah, I’m still in it. Uncle Ray’s on the mic with a kazoo solo, While Aunt Lulu cries—she forgot the oregano. [Pre-Chorus] But I’m sipping lemonade, sharp as a spark, Grief don’t get a seat at my barbecue park. I’ll dance through the pain, yeah, I’ll shake it free— You can’t kill a rhythm with a little sad melody. [Chorus] Oh, I’m singing through the grief, let it slide on the flame, Dancing where the smoke swirls, turnin’ sorrow to game. Spit the words like ribs on the grill, sizzle and sass, One foot in the past, but I’m still kickin’ at mass! I’m singing through the grief, loud and low and sweet— Even broken hearts can boogie, when the music’s complete! [Verse] Grandpa’s ghost says, “Pass the beans,” I wink, He still calls me “dumpling” and I don’t quit. Sister’s playin’ “Stairway” on a kazoo sound, But I laugh so hard, tears turn into brown. [Pre-Chorus] The sky's on fire, so I throw it back, Ate the sorrow, now I’m feelin’ stack. No more tears in bottles, just a splash of fun— This kitchen’s my cathedral, love’s my one. [Chorus] Oh, I’m singing through the grief, let it slide on the flame, Dancing where the smoke swirls, turnin’ sorrow to game. Spit the words like ribs on the grill, sizzle and sass, One foot in the past, but I’m still kickin’ at mass! I’m singing through the grief, loud and low and sweet— Even broken hearts can boogie, when the music’s complete! [Bridge] Yeah, I’ve had my storms, my silent days, But the grill’s alive, and so am I— No need to run, no need to hide, I’ll fry up the sadness, turn it into pride. So bring the tunes, bring the beat, This family feast still feels like my seat. Even when the light feels thin—you know the score— Love’s the seasoning, and I’m singing, “More!” [Chorus] Oh, I’m singing through the grief, let it slide on the flame, Dancing where the smoke swirls, turnin’ sorrow to game. Spit the words like ribs on the grill, sizzle and sass, One foot in the past, but I’m still kickin’ at mass! I’m singing through the grief, loud and low and sweet— Even broken hearts can boogie, when the music’s complete! [Outro] Sizzle, sizzle, baby—let it go, I’m still here, still singing, still glowing. Oh, I’m singing through the grief… Yeah, I’m singing through the grief… Mmm, and I’m not finishin’—no.