Prodigal Son
But you're greatly deluded in my mine
I heard reports that you drink
And you take drugs most of the time
And that your life is in danger
And that you were involved in a crime
Is it over
Is it over
Will you come home now
Is it over
Is it over
Don't you let me down
You're the architect of your own excess
Join the queue at the start of the line
In a wilderness with an empty sky
The clouds are gone and the dessert is dry
The prodigal son is returning
He shouldn't be walking the streets
They tell me that children are starving
He's got everything that he needs
Is it over
Is it over
Will you come home now
Is it over
Is it over
Is it over
Is it over now
Won't you come home now
Won't you come home now
Won't you come home now
Won't you come
Won't you come home
Won't you come home now
Won't you come home now
Won't you come home now
Won't you come
Won't you come home
Writer/s: Electronic