I grab into my sixpack and raise a can

to another fallen friend.

The news came on the phone today.

Did you know you weren't alone?

I'll see you when we all come home.



With a heart so big that you can't hide,

you took the path of a slow suicide.

And all those feelings that you had,

they killed you from the inside.

I'll see you when we all come home.



With a heart so big that you can't hide,

and all those things that you keep inside,

I can't say that I don't understand.

I know you tried.

I'll see you when we all come home.