Sweet sixteen, homecoming queen
Baby blues and every boy's dream
She was sitting on top of the world
College came and the pressures built
She tried to escape with a little white pill
And an angel fell from grace
Now this whole town's gathered around
Dropping roses in the ground
Goodbye, goodbye to the little girl we used to know back then
Don't cry, don't cry
Just fold your hands and look up to the sky
She's a different kind of high
Sent back home from his second tour
Broken bones couldn't fight no more
He had to camouflage his pain
The doctor gave him a pack of pills
When they ran out it was all downhill
He pushed the poison through his veins
Now this whole town is gathered around
Twenty-one shots ringing out
Goodbye, goodbye to the hometown hero we used to know back then
Don't cry, don't cry
Just fold your hands and look up to the sky
He's a different kind of high
Although we know they're in a better place
What can we do to make a change?
So we don't have to say
Goodbye, goodbye to everyone we lost along the way
Don't cry, don't cry
Just fold your hands and look up to the sky
They're a different kind of high
