Electronic Prodigal Son

You may be a star in your own mind

But you're greatly deluded in my mine

I heard reports that you drink

And you take drugs most of the time

And that your life is in danger

And that you were involved in a crime

Is it over, is it over?

Will you come home now?

Is it over, is it over?

Don't you let me down

You're the architect of your own excess

Join the queue at the start of the line

In a wilderness with an empty sky

The clouds are gone and the dessert is dry

The prodigal son is returning

He shouldn't be walking the streets

They tell me that children are starving

He's got everything that he needs

Is it over, is it over?

Will you come home now?

Is it over, is it over?

Is it over now?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come, won't you come home?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come, won't you come home?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come home now?

Won't you come, won't you come home?