THE PRODIGAL

THE DYING LIGHT @lowkar . All rights reserved. Lyrics by William Judi. Suno made it possible. My Suno profile suno.com/@sednar I took the money and I ran I took the money and I ran And I never looked back Until I couldn't look forward I told my father give me what's mine before you're dead I said I don't want your love, I just want your bread I took the inheritance and I walked out the door And I spent it on a life that I don't want no more I bought friends who disappeared when the money ran dry I bought women who forgot my name by the daylight I bought pleasure, bought oblivion, bought every kind of sin And I woke up in a pigsty with the animals again And I ate what they ate cause I couldn't eat my pride And I told myself I'd rather die than go back inside But the hunger in my stomach was nothing to the hunger in my soul And I finally admitted I was never in control And I rehearsed the speech a thousand times Make me a servant, I don't need to be a son And I rehearsed the speech a thousand times Cause I knew what I had done I'M COMING HOME But I don't deserve the door I'M COMING HOME Not the son I was before I'M COMING HOME Make me a servant, make me small I'M COMING HOME I don't deserve your love at all And I got up and I started walking back With the smell of the pigs still on my back Every step I took I felt the shame get heavier Every mile I walked I wondered if he'd even remember me Cause I remembered every word I said to him I remembered every way I made his love feel thin I remembered every night I chose the world instead And I couldn't even lift my eyes to look ahead And I saw the house from a distance, small and lit and warm And I stopped and I froze like a man in a storm Cause I didn't know if I should kneel or run or cry And I didn't know if he would let me in or let me die And I rehearsed the speech a thousand times Make me a servant, I don't need to be a son And I rehearsed the speech a thousand times But I never finished one I'M COMING HOME But I don't deserve the door I'M COMING HOME Not the son I was before I'M COMING HOME Make me a servant, make me small I'M COMING HOME I don't deserve your love at all But he saw me from a long way off And he didn't wait for me to speak He didn't wait for me to kneel He didn't wait for me to beg He RAN He ran down the road with his robes in his hands He ran like a father who forgot my sins He threw his arms around my filthy neck And he kissed me like I'd never left And I started my speech, I started to say Father I have sinned, I'm not worthy to stay But he cut me off, he called for the robe The ring, the shoes, the calf, the feast MY SON WAS DEAD AND IS ALIVE AGAIN MY SON WAS LOST AND NOW HE'S FOUND HE RAN HE RAN I WAS DEAD NOW I'M ALIVE HE RAN HE RAN I WAS LOST NOW I'M FOUND I never got to finish my speech Because he never let me finish I was ready to be a servant And he called me a son I was ready to be punished And he threw a party That's the kind of father he is That's the kind of love that doesn't make sense I was ready to be a servant And he called me a son I'M COMING HOME And he ran to meet me there I'M COMING HOME And he never stopped to care I'M COMING HOME What I deserved, he didn't give I'M COMING HOME HE CALLED ME SON AND LET ME LIVE HE CALLED ME SON AND LET ME LIVE I took the money and I ran And he ran after me the whole time He was running the whole time I just didn't know it