Silent Homecoming

/ D D7sus4 D5 D7sus4 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + --------------------------------------------------------------------------- transpose: - transpose: +5 capo: 6th fret capo: 1st fret E-A-D-G-B-e E-A-D-G-B-e D x-x-0-2-3-2 G 3-x-0-0-0-3 D7sus4 x-x-0-2-1-3 G7sus4 3-x-0-0-1-1 D5 x-x-0-2-3-5 G5 3-x-0-0-3-3 A x-0-2-2-2-0 D x-x-0-2-3-2 A7 x-0-2-2-2-3 D7 x-x-0-2-1-2 F 1-3-3-2-1-1 Bb x-1-3-3-3-1 Fsus4 1-3-3-3-1-1 Bbsus4 x-1-3-3-4-1 Asus4 x-0-2-2-3-0 Dsus4 x-x-0-2-3-3 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- | D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | | D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | Patiently she stares down the runway D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | Today's the day that he is coming home D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | Seems like he's been gone a life time D D7sus4 | D5 D | And a life time is a long time to be gone A D But there are songs that need singing A7 D And there are things that must be done F Fsus4 F Fsus4 There are thoughts that still need thinking F Fsus4 | Asus4 | A | And there are wars that must be won (break) D D7sus4 D5 D7sus4 He was just a boy when they sent for him D D7sus4 D5 D7sus4 And overnight turned him into a man D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | Proudly he had served his country D D7sus4 | D5 D | In a war he didn't seem to understand A D The flag still waves, his war is over A7 D He'll never have to k**l again F Fsus4 F Fsus4 And as she waits, she thinks it over F Fsus4 | Asus4 | A | Is winning worth the prize we pay to win? (break) D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | Her thoughts keep wandering to his childhood D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | When all his hand grenades were merely toys D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | And "war" was just a game that he was playing D D7sus4 | D5 D | With plastic guns like other little boys A D And ev'ry day when play was over A7 D He'd put his little toys away F Fsus4 F Fsus4 And she'd be standing, waiting for him F Fsus4 | Asus4 | A | The way she's waiting here today (break) D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | As the plane stops she starts thinking D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | Will he still look the way he did before? D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | Or will his eyes reflect the pain of killing D D7sus4 | D5 D | Like most young men when they come home from war? A D These last few minutes seem like hours A7 D She tries her best not to cry F Fsus4 F Fsus4 But there's that hearse filled up with flowers F Fsus4 | Asus4 | A | Did he really have to die? | D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | No, no, no, no - no, no, no, no, no | D D7sus4 | D5 D7sus4 | No, no, no - no, no (repeat and fade)