I was screaming out your name. I guess you never heard me, But i was screaming it for years, And i think i deserve a reason for why you've been so elusive. Now i've been thinking about my life and i can't believe That i have wasted so much time trying to be What everyone loves, the prodigal son returning. Oh, what a sight, the prodigal son returning. If jesus christ ever reached down and touched my life, He certainly left no sign to let me know he had. And i wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time, It's just that now my heart longs for things that probably don't exist. But now i think i see this for what it is. Oh my soul! Oh, my soul is tired, but i've got an itch to scratch, I've got a stone to throw, and i want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones. I've got a bone to pick, and i want to pick it clean! Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief. I want something better, i want something better. I want something real, i want something real. I want something better, i want something better. I want something real, i want something real. And this is the part where my exit starts, Because i caught a glimpse of the father's heart. Do we want something we can't have? Do we want something we can't have? So come on, friends, count up your sins: One for being human, two for being born like this. Oh, this isn't love. oh, we're not in love. Oh, if you wanted love, you just should've spoken up.