Ballad of a Prodigal Son

Текст песни Lincoln Durham - Ballad of a Prodigal Son

[Verse 1]
Father don't you recognize your own kin?
It's been a lifetime, or maybe two
My hair is longer, and my face drawn thin
From years of searchin' for the truth

[Chorus]
Whoa-oa-oa-a-oa-oa-oa
In the valley of the bones
Whoa-oa-oa-a-oa-oa-oa
They're gonna rise up and head on home

[Verse 2]
We all wander through this shattered old world
Gettin' more glass in our feet
Leavin' bloody tracks everywhere we turn
Like a morbid hide-and-go-seek

[Chorus]

Two plus two ain't always four
And sometimes black ends up white
And here's a million shades of gray in between
When you manage to shed a little light

[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I've been in every patchwork revival tent from here to yon
So brothers don't you recognize your own kin?
I have returned like a prodigal son