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.