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 the 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 want to lose my soul Chasing after things that don't lead me straight to You And I'm lost in the 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 want to lose my soul Chasing after things that don't lead me straight to You I don't want to 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 the 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 the 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