His days that were gold are now rusted,
The times of awe and wonder have faded,
because there's no reason to fight,
he has lost all sense of light,

and he's not coming home tonight.

They'll say he's too young,
life had only just begun,
but the pain bleeds raw within,
says the soul who will never rise again,

and he is not coming home tonight.

he tried to build the walls around him,
but the problem was always his thoughts,
bouncing around in his head,
begging to be dead,

and he's not coming home tonight.

He is searching horizons to no avail,
he is sailing the seas with no sail,
here he lies, shipwrecked alone,
so to those who don't know,

He is not coming home tonight.

Don't pretend you care,
or wipe the tear from your eye,
remember what you said,
and now he is dead,

So he'll never come home again.