Prodigal Song

Henry loves the ballpark But lately he ain't coming round Things have been so different Since his youngest boy left town Fighting seem so harmless Families sometimes disagree It's hard to know the reason Why he finally chose to leave But he's gone aw

Everyday I wake up I see footprints on the ceiling, didn't realise they came from me All we ever wanted here was something to believe in Heaven's closed down, Mecca's obsolete Well it's a hallelujah day and I'm a Walther P.P.K. If I told you my story