I am aching brother aching for someplace to lay my head I am searching darling searching for a bit of daily bread Well, I thought I heard you speaking, thought I felt you drawing near Like the touch of some old memory that I wait for year to year Oh, this is the return of the prodigal son Oh and still I keep that picture somewhere in the back of my mind With your hands upon my shoulders, where you held me in a holy light Someone said we live our lives on the brink of a great beginning I'm still praying for that miracle - some glimpse of a happy ending A fool can hope, someone could be Fool enough to show him mercy To love this dead man back to life Oh, this is the return of the prodigal son