The Prodigal Sun
Ron Hawkins Lyrics

I was young and dumb and full o' cum
I was foolish and inexperienced, with a lot of energy

So I bought me an old red car
So I purchased a used red vehicle

I had hair on my chest so I headed out west
I had confidence and bravado, so I journeyed to the western part of the country

Following the lines on the tar
Following the direction of the roads

And I mistook my brains for looks but I'll never be a movie star
I overestimated my intelligence and appearance but I won't achieve fame as an actor

Now the stars have shone but the film crew's gone
Now that I had my moment in the spotlight but the people who helped me get there are gone

So I'm coming back home
So I'm returning to my place of origin

You smile like a crocodile
Your smile is deceptive and insincere

And you growl like an old brown bear
You project a tough and gruff persona

But you can fly like a dove in the sky
You can be gentle, graceful and sweet

When the wind takes hold of your hair
When the wind is in your hair

And I must've been blind, 'cause I thought I could find that kind of love anywhere
I was naive to think I could find true love everywhere

What the hell, I was wrong
But I was mistaken

The night's so long
The night seems so never-ending

So I'm coming back home
So I'm returning to my place of origin

Rome's alright
Rome is acceptable

It snows in Iceland
Iceland has cold weather

Melbourne's way too far
Melbourne is too distant

There's Istanbul
There's a city called Istanbul

And L.A.'s cool, but you always gotta to drive your car
Los Angeles is appealing but it's necessary to constantly drive a car

I can't stand planes
I dislike airplanes

And I don't like trains
I also dislike trains

And the ocean's way too dark
The ocean is too vast and ominous

I wanna lay down my hat
I want to rest and settle down

I'm through with all that
I'm done with all of the traveling and moving around

Well, the grass seems green where we've never been
We often idealize and romanticize unfamiliar places

But it's seldom true my friend
But it's usually not the case

It's a myth we make
It's a myth we create and believe

It's a big mistake
It's a major error

It's a party that we all attend
It's a shared delusion

My whole heart shook when I read in that book 'you can never go home again'
I was deeply affected when I came upon the idea that you can't return to your place of origin

But the man was wrong
But that person was mistaken

Cause the light's still on
Because the light is still on, welcoming me back

And it's humming back home
And it feels as if everything is coming back to life now that I'm home

Well the road is long
The journey is lengthy

But my legs are strong
But I'm capable of making it through

Now I'm all done
Now I'm finished

With that prodigal sun
With that wandering, wayward lifestyle

So I'm coming back home
So I'm returning to my place of origin