歌词
I'm on my own
So this is how it feels to be alone
It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go
A hundred million miles away from home
My father's old
I think his love is growing cold
It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go
A hundred million miles away from home
Far enough to run no further
And near enough to retrace my steps
The foolish son, the lone deserter
Spent it all now I've nothing left
Go down this road
The river flows with wine and gold
It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go
A hundred four weeks since I sold my soul
My father's old
And I feel his love is growing cold
It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go
A hundred million miles away from home
Far enough to run no further
And near enough to retrace my steps
The foolish son, the lone deserter
Spent it all now I've nothing left
I spent it all, now I've nothing left
Far enough to run no further
And near enough to retrace my steps
The foolish son, the lonely daughter
Spent it all now I've nothing left
Down by the road
Father ran and held me close
And then I froze
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then he spoke
A voice that calmed my weary soul
He said
"It's been a hundred four weeks since you left to go away
But now you're home"
