I've been sick and tired

Of being sick and tired

Searching far and wide

For something that feels real

I need something that feels real

And I don't wanna lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't lead me straight to You

And I'm lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to You

Now I'm running home

Like the Prodigal

I don't need the money

I don't want the fame

I don't want what I can't take with me in the grave

Oh, and I don't want to lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't lead me straight to You

And I'm lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to You

Now I'm running home

Like the Prodigal

I don't want to lose my soul

Chasing after things that don't lead me straight to You

I don't want to lose my gaze

When I meet You face to face

Well done, welcome home

Now I'm running home

Like the Prodigal

I'm lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to You

Now I'm running home

Like the Prodigal

Lost in the feeling

That I ain't from this world

The going back to Eden

Ain't gonna be easy

But it leads me straight to You

Now I'm running home

Like the Prodigal