You should be with us now You should be here We should be sitting by the fire on our second round of beers We opened the whiskey, we’re out back in the shop We’re raising our glass to you, still numb from the shock ‘Cause you’re the only one who’s missing and it doesn’t feel right You should be tucking in your baby girl and kissing her goodnight Your son is full of questions about how Daddy got to heaven We’re never thought you’d go this way, you were only twenty-seven Our hometown hero’s in the news today The flags are flying at half mast We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps You went to Afghanistan You were only 19 You never talked much about the things that you’d seen You came back to your hometown to a start a new life Had a couple of babies and a beautiful wife But the demons that you lived with you hid well, we never saw The guns that you kept loaded and the patches in the wall She was in the kitchen making lunches and the kids were in their beds And in a flash we lost you to the war inside your head Our hometown hero’s in the news today The flags are flying at half mast We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps A father should never have to bury his own son He throws a shovel full of dirt down and we follow one by one Your kids are gonna grow up asking about you How you could love someone and leave them and how Both things could be true? Our hometown hero’s in the news today The flags are flying at half mast We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day To the lonesome sound of trumpet playing taps