Left home with dreams so big, chasing the city lights
Pocket full of gold, thinking I could take flight
Trading safety for the glow, running with the crowd
But the music stopped, the lights dimmed, and I felt the cold

Sitting in the dirt, feeding the pigs to survive
Remembered even servants had more than I did alive
Thought I was done, thought I'd lost my way
But the father's love, it never went away

Father, give me my share, I'm ready to leave this town
With a pocket full of gold, I wanted to wear the crown
But the music fades, when the money runs dry
And the crowd disappears, under a cold grey sky

Sitting here in shame, asking to be just a hired hand
Practiced my speech, walked back on bruised, broken land
What I didn't know, as I stumbled down the track
Was that every day, my dad was looking back

In the fields, the older brother heard the sound
Music and dancing, shaking the ground around
Anger burned in his chest, refused to go in
Said: Father, I stayed, i never chose sin

Worked for years, never broke a single command
You never threw a party, with a horn or a band
This son returns, wasting your wealth again
Yet you welcome him, with joy and good health

Bring the finest robe, put a ring on his hand
Kill the fatted calf, let the music fill the land
Father ran, didn't wait for him to arrive
Saw his dead boy, alive and alive