The Prodigal

Early one morning, through the mist and dew
Caleb left home on a path he thought he knew
Headed down that dark, winding road once again
He took all he had coming, his half of the wealth
And slipped out before his Dad could tell
Caleb just never learned that money don't make the man

The prodigal son was on his way
He should be there by the light of day
Just like a moth, drawn into the flame
Bright city lights and fast lifestyle
Pockets full of gold, he'd be king for a while
He'd build his own kingdom, his life was just a game

He made new friends with the ching of a coin
They liked it until that sound was gone
He was king for a while, but now it's all slipped away
He went from the penthouse to living on the street
Digging through the trash to find something to eat
He never thought that life would turn out, turn out this way

The prodigal son is on his way
He should be there by the light of day
Just like a moth, drawn into the flame
Bright city lights and fast lifestyle
Pocket full of gold, he'd be king for a while
Build his own kingdom, his life was just a game

Every day, his Dad had prayed
That his son would find his way back some day
He'd forgive all his son had done and welcome him home
Early one morning, through the mist and dew
Caleb wandered onto a path that he knew
Headed back home down, down that winding road

The prodigal son was on his way
He got there by the light of day
He knocked on the door like a stranger, looking for a place
With open arms, his father gave him love
His prayers had been answered, he's never given up
His prodigal son had come home, he'd come home to stay