The Prodigal

I've been sick and tired Of being sick and tired Searching far and wide For something that feels real I need something that feels real I don't want to lose my soul Chasing after things that don't Lead, me, straight to You And I'm lost in the feeling That I ain't from this world The going back to Eden Ain't gonna be easy But it leads me straight to You Now I'm running ho-o-ome Like the Prodigal I don't need the money I don't want the fame I don't want what I can't take With me, in, the grave I don't want to lose my soul Chasing after things that don't Lead, me, straight to You I'm lost in the feeling That I ain't from this world The going back to Eden Ain't gonna be easy But it leads me straight to you Now I'm running ho-o-ome Like the Prodigal I don't want to lose my soul Chasing after things that don't Lead, me, straight to You I don't want to lose my gaze When I meet you face to face Well done, welcome home Now I'm running ho-o-ome Like the Prodigal I'm lost in the feeling That I ain't from this world The going back to Eden Ain't gonna be easy But it leads me straight to you Now I'm running ho-o-ome Like the Prodigal Lost in the feeling That I ain't from this world The going back to Eden Ain't gonna be easy But it leads me straight to You Now I'm running ho-o-ome Like the Prodigal