Back To The Father’s House

[Verse 1]
Packed my bags with pride and anger
Middle finger to the sky
Said I’d make my own salvation
Burned your letters
Never cried
Cheap thrill nights and poisoned mornings
Laughed it off while dying slow
Sold my name for one more moment
Woke up broke with nowhere to go
[Chorus]
I’ve been running
Running
Running
Till my heart wore down
I’ve been drowning in the shadows
Of this crooked town
But I’m stumbling up your driveway
Broken
Bleeding
Loud
If you’ll have me
Have me
Have me
I am turning around
Back to the Father’s house
[Verse 2]
Pockets empty
Stomach twisting
Friends all vanished with the fun
Saw my face in busted windows
Didn’t recognize the one
Knee-deep in the mud I shouted
“Is there anywhere to hide?”
Then your whisper cut the chaos
“Come back home
My child”
[Chorus]
I’ve been running
Running
Running
Till my heart wore down
I’ve been drowning in the shadows
Of this crooked town
But I’m stumbling up your driveway
Broken
Bleeding
Loud
If you’ll have me
Have me
Have me
I am turning around
Back to the Father’s house
[Bridge]
You ran first
You ran faster
Wrapped these ruins
In your laughter
You said “son”
While I shook
You put grace
Where I stood
[Chorus]
I was running
Running
Running
But you chased me down
I was drowning in the darkness
You tore it out
Now I’m singing in your doorway
Arms are hanging wide
You forgave me
Saved me
Raised me
Brought me back to life
Here in the Father’s house

rock, Fast, raw punk rock with male vocals; overdriven power chords locked to an aggressive, up-tempo groove. Dry, shout-along gang vocals on the chorus, tight bass driving eighth notes, snare-heavy drums. Verses stay lean and urgent, bridge drops to half-time with gritty melodic lift, then everything slams back in for a final chant that invites crowd sing-along., punk