The Ridleys - Home

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) 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"

Written by:
BENJAMIN MANALIGOD

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