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

And I don't wanna lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't

Lead me straight to You, and

I'm lost in a 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 home

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

Oh, and I don't wanna lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't

Lead me straight to You, and

I'm lost in a 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 home

Like the prodigal

I don't wanna lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't

Lead me straight to You, and

I don't wanna lose my gaze

When I meet You face to face

Well done, welcome home

Now I'm running home

Like the prodigal

I'm lost in a 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 home

Like the prodigal

Lost in a 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 home

Like the prodigal