It was gonna be a long walk home
With empty pockets
Till he was saved by a trucker with a generous heart
A burly blessing, who was heading in his direction
He breathed a sigh of relief
Knowing he'd be home within the week
He was touted as the one most likely to go places
Everybody knew some day he'd set the world on fire
This little country town would never hold him
The humidity and the flies
Clashed with the stars in his eyes
The return of the prodigal son might have gone unnoticed
If it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes
If it weren't for the gas station waitress
With a beautiful memory of the night
Spent by his side
And a dream as they would call
The return of the prodigal son
And considering the years he'd been gone
It was amazing
She recognized him with the beard and the dirty clothes
She dropped her tray of empty coffee cups and stood there
He couldn't recall her name
But she loved him all the same
The return of the prodigal son might have gone unnoticed
If it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes
If it weren't for the gas station waitress
With her beautiful memory of the night
Spent by his side
And the dream as they would call
The return of the prodigal son
The return of the prodigal son might have gone unnoticed
If it weren't for the star tattoo and those dead giveaway blue eyes
If it weren't for the gas station waitress
With her beautiful memory of the night
Spent by his side
And the dream as they would call
The return of the prodigal son
The return of the prodigal son
The return of the prodigal son