There are those who never came back There are the names carved into stone

There are those they call a hero's death And what lies behind that, you carry alone

I kept his room untouched for long Then I opened it and let the air inside

Not because I wanted to let go But because he would've wanted that

It isn't grieving, not anymore It's carrying away

But you know by now that you'll pick up again each morning

Stay, don't go, we'll be here Don't go

The children know him only from the pictures They ask was he funny, yes he was

Did he love us more than anything, I say it And it's true, and hurts, and true

Come back, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back

What is lost is not gone It has simply no place left

And the now, it lives somewhere else In us, forever

It was quiet, it was home Where did you go