Patiently she stares down the runway

Today's the day that he is coming home

Seems like he's been gone a lifetime

And a lifetime is a long time to be gone

But there are songs that need singing

And there are things that must be done

There are thoughts that still need thinking

And there are wars that must be won

He was just a boy when they sent for him

And overnight turned him into a man

Proudly he had served his country

In a war he didn't seem to understand

The flag still waves, his war is over

He'll never have to kill again

And as she waits, she thinks it over

Is winning worth the price we pay to win?

Her thoughts keep wandering to his childhood

When all his hand grenades were merely toys

And 'War' was just a game that he was playing

With plastic guns like other little boys

And everyday when play was over

He'd put his little toys away

And she'd be standing, waiting for him

The way she's waiting here today

As the plane stops, she starts thinking

Will he still look the way he did before?

Or will his eyes reflect the pain of killing

Like most young men, when they come home from war?

These last few minutes seems like hours

She tries her best not to cry

But there's that hearse, filled up with flowers

Did he really have to die?

No, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no

No, no, no

No, no

No, no

No, no, no

No

No, no, no

No

No, no, no, no, no