I am the prodigal, I am the one

Who cast myself from false comforts and from thoughts wanton

I stand on the shattered panes of doors I closed in my wake

Tried to build glass walls that I was born to break

I'm coming home, I'm on my way

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Feet will find the road

On cobbled roads, I hobble lone

Light up your hearth and set my broken bones

Open up your arms and I'll find myself a home

Light up your hearth and set my broken bones

Open up your arms and I'll find myself a home

I made my empty pit, I dug my hole

I look to fill this well with well-worn love, all my digging's done

I crossed seven broken bridges on my way

'Cause I made seven broken bridges in my wake

I'm coming home, I'm on my way

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Feet will find the road

On cobbled roads, I hobble lone

Light up your hearth and set my broken bones

Open up your arms and I'll find myself a home

Light up your hearth and set my broken bones

Open up your arms and I'll find myself a home