Текст песни Prodigal Son - Graeme Connors

It was gonna be a long walk home with empty pockets
'Til he was saved by a trucker with a generous heart
A burly blessing who was heading in his direction
He breathed a sigh of relief knowing he'd be home within the week
Whoa, oh, oh

He was touted as the one most likely to go places
Everybody knew someday he'd set the world on fire
This little country town would never hold him
The humidity and the flies clashed with the stars in his eyes
Whoa, oh, oh

The return of the prodigal son might have gone unnoticed
If it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes
If it weren't for the gas station waitress
With a beautiful memory of a night spent by his side
And a dream this day would come
Whoa, the return of the prodigal son

And considering the years he'd been gone it was amazing
She recognized him with the beard and the dirty clothes
She dropped her tray of empty coffee cups and stood there
He couldn't recall her name but she loved him just the same
Whoa, oh, oh

The return of the prodigal son might have gone unnoticed
If it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes
If it weren't for the gas station waitress
With a beautiful memory of a night spent by his side
And a dream this day would come
Whoa, the return of the prodigal son
The return of the prodigal son might have gone unnoticed
If it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes
If it weren't for the gas station waitress
With a beautiful memory of a night spent by his side
And a dream this day would come
Whoa, the return of the prodigal son

The return of the prodigal son
Oh, the return of the prodigal son
Oh, the prodigal son