Connor was home on June 26th
His bus was five minutes late
We didn't know what to expect
When he walked through the doors and was home

His bus was five minutes late
But to us he was late five years
When he walked through the doors and was home
We didn't know what to think

To us he was late five years
The years he'd gone away to fight
We didn't know what to think
When he brought those nightmare years home

The years he'd gone away to fight
Fought on within, a dreamscape war
When he brought those nightmare years home
We told him this was home and he was home

Fought on within, a dreamscape war
For him, was all too real
We told him this was home and he was home
But he never believed me

Our grief for him was all too real
He saw it in our eyes
He never did believe me
When I said I wasn't crying

I saw it in his eyes
A pistol in his hand
When he said he wasn't crying
I saw it in his eyes

A pistol in his open hand
Connor was home on June 26th
I saw it in his eyes
When he walked through our doors with a shot and was home