I won't forget that morning
I felt the sadness dawning
Before I even got call
No time for pleasantries
There's something that I think
You ought to know
No, it can't be true
I caught the train that afternoon
I'm going home
I'm coming home
Sat in our shirts and ties
We watched his parents rub they're eyes
And then we all lined up in the casket queue
He looked so different
From the last time that I saw him
Almost six or seven years ago
We sat and reminisced
As a group of friends again
But one was missing
And we'll miss him
And I'll miss you