A beautiful depiction of the prodigal son in all of us:
"And now you've hit bottom
All those open doors have shut
And you're hungry stomach's tied in knots
But I know what you're thinking
That you troubled me enough
Nothing could ever separate you from my love
I still stand here waiting
With my eyes fixed on the road
And I fight back tears and I wonder
If you're ever coming home
Don't you know son that I love you
And I don't care where you've been
Yes and I'll be right here waiting
'Till you come around the bend
And I run to you and hold you close
Won't let go again
So, please come home
Please come home
Don't you know son that I love you?
And I don't care where you've been
Please come home "