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