At the Table

I went the waves, wayward wings
In the world of trouble and sin
Walked along a crooked mile
Behind a million rank and file
Forgot where I came from
Somewhere back when I was young
I was a good man's child
I lost some nameless things
My innocence flew away from me,
She had to hide a face from my desire
To embrace forbidden fire
But at night I'd dream
She's singing over me
Oh, oh my child
Come on home
Home to me
And I will hold you in my arms
And joyful be
There will always, always be
A place for you
At my table
Return to me
Wondering where I might begin
Hear a voice upon the wind
She's singing faint but singing true,
"Son, there ain't nothing you can do;
But listen close and follow me;
I'll take you where you meant to be;
Just don't lose faith."
So I put my hand upon the plow
Wiped the sweat up from my brow
Plant the good seed along the way
As I look forward to the day
When at last I'll see
My father run to me, saying,
"You know, my child."
Come on home
Home to me
And I will hold you in my asrms
And joyful be
There will always, always be
A place for you
At my table
Return to me
My child
Come on home
Home to me
And I will hold you in my arms
And joyful be
There will always, always be
A place for you
At my table
At my table
At my table
Return to me