When i see the road in the corner of my house
I always prefer to turn my gaze away
Or shutting my eyes
Did i have to go away
In search of a distant star
From suburban slum
How could he return to his home right now
The prodigal son is not hugged for nothing right now
The scenery is getting more familiar already
The house is no longer visible from the road
it's already decaying
Maybe that's what they're thinking at the central hospital
When my confirmation school picture in the plastic frame
Doesn't resemble me
How could he return to his home right now
The prodigal son is not hugged for nothing right now
I stop the car at crossroads
And pondering what am i doing here
Many would agree to that
When we used to go fishing at the pier
We dug the worms from the dirt for a fishing rod
Next to this entry gate
How could he return to his home right now
The prodigal son is not hugged for nothing right now