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,
Because 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.
Oh, this isn't love. oh, we're not in love.
Oh, if you wanted love, you just should've spoken up.