Prodigal Son

Oh cant you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating
Do you ever forget - you had a regret -
and what you only guessed at
Might still be waiting?
When the prodigal son with a caroming
shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well hes a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood just how the work gets done
Dont look at me, no I aint one, no prodigal son

Dont look at me, no I aint one, no prodigal son

When everybody about - is read to bout you -
about controversial values
Dont you think you better readdress the level
of the cowardice rising to drown you
Did you ever connect - or come to reject -
or even inspect
That dream that hounds you

When the prodigal son with a caroming
shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well hes a mourning star
with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood just how the work gets done
Dont look at me, no I aint one,
no prodigal son

Dont look at me, no I aint one,
no prodigal son

When you least expect it hes going to run
Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
Well hell no, dont look at me
Cant you see, I aint one, no prodigal son
Dont look at me, no I aint one ,
no prodigal son