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 away

And his father waits

And he is watching and he is hoping

Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open

And his prayer, so softly spoken

Please come home

Now Henry sits and wonders

In that front porch rocking chair

Does his boy remember

All the love the family shared

And is he cold

Out there alone

And he is watching and he is hoping

Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open

And his prayer, so softly spoken

Please come home

To your seat at the table

To your father who weeps

Every night in sleepless dreams

He longs to see

His face in younger skin

Running down the driveway again.