The Prodigal

I've been sick and tired

Of being sick and tired

Searching far and wide

For something that feels real

I need something that feels real

I don't want to lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't

Lead, me, straight to You

And I'm lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to You

Now I'm running ho-o-ome

Like the Prodigal

I don't need the money

I don't want the fame

I don't want what I can't take

With me, in, the grave

I don't want to lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't

Lead, me, straight to You

I'm lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to you

Now I'm running ho-o-ome

Like the Prodigal

I don't want to lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't

Lead, me, straight to You

I don't want to lose my gaze

When I meet you face to face

Well done, welcome home

Now I'm running ho-o-ome

Like the Prodigal

I'm lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to you

Now I'm running ho-o-ome

Like the Prodigal

Lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to You

Now I'm running ho-o-ome

Like the Prodigal