Ballad of a Prodigal Son

Father don't you recognize your own kin?

It's been a lifetime, or maybe two

My hair is longer, and my face drawn thin

From years of searchin' for the truth

Whoa

In the valley of the bones

Whoa

They're gonna rise up and head on home

We all wander through this shattered old world

Gettin' more glass in our feet

Leavin' bloody tracks everywhere we turn

Like a morbid hide-and-go-seek

Whoa

In the valley of the bones

Whoa

They're gonna rise up and head on home

Two plus two ain't always four

And sometimes black ends up white

And there's a million shades of gray in between

When you manage to shed a little light

Whoa

In the valley of the bones

Whoa

They're gonna rise up and head on home

I've been in every patchwork revival tent from here to yon

So brothers don't you recognize your own kin?

I have returned like a prodigal son