I was screaming out your name,
I guess you never heard me.
But I was screaming it for years,
And I think I deserve
A reason for why you've been so elusive.
Now I've been thinking about my life and I can't believe that
I have wasted so much time trying to be what
Everyone loves,
The prodigal son returning.
Oh, what a sight,
The prodigal son returning.
If Jesus Christ ever reached down
And touched my life,
He certainly left no sign to let me know he had.
And I wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time,
It's just that now my heart longs for things that probably don't exist.
But now I think I see this for what it is.
Oh my soul!
Oh, my soul is tired,
But I've got an itch to scratch,
I've got a stone to throw,
And I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones.
I've got a bone to pick,
And I want to pick it clean!
Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief.
I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.
I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.
And this is the part where my exit starts,
Becase I caught a glimpse of the father's heart.
Do we want something we can't have?
Do we want something we can't have?
So come on, friends,
Count up your sins:
One for being human,
Two for being born like this.
This isn't love.
We're not in love.
If you wanted love,
You just should've spoken up.