Southern Bread

The Prodigal – Lyrics

Son! Why did you go away?

I guess you thought you could make it on your own

So you took your father’s inheritance

Lived it up, and now your money is gone

Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see

The face of an empty man drifting out to sea

Playing in the pigpen

Lying on the ground

Looking for another chance to turn this ship around

Sometimes I’m just like the prodigal

And I turn and run

But every time I turn away

You still call me your blessed son

The prodigal said to his father

I’m not worthy to be your son

And the father said to the prodigal

Let’s celebrate, for my son has come home!