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.