Prodigal Son Lyrics

He sits down with the sinners roving the wild's trusted trails

Tired of all the heroes he heard praised in the old folktales

Past spirits they call him back but he won't answer the call

On the other face of this fertile place's wealthy mansion's wall

Now he's looking for refuge

He's the prodigal son

Yes, he's looking for refuge

And he's not the only one

Losing himself in cherry wine and sweet women of the night

Life's darkness it crept over him, then faded all the light

Hungry scratching around in the dirt among the pigs on the ground

It turns the dead into the living and the lost into the found

But now he's looking for refuge

He's the prodigal son

Yes, he's looking for refuge

And he's not the only one

He left for what he thought was a quest for greed and gold

After squandering his soul his story now must be told

They stay he's still out there somewhere and he's hunting his way home

You can hear his voice the way the wind and breeze are blown

But now he's looking for refuge

He's the prodigal son

Yes, he's looking for refuge

And he's not the only one

He's not the only one, he's not the only one…