Ballad of a Prodigal Son

Father don't you recognize your own kin?
 It's been a lifetime, or maybe two
 My hair is longer, and my face drawn thin
 From years of searchin' for the truth
 Whoa
 In the valley of the bones
 Whoa
 They're gonna rise up and head on home
 We all wander through this shattered old world
 Gettin' more glass in our feet
 Leavin' bloody tracks everywhere we turn
 Like a morbid hide-and-go-seek
 Whoa
 In the valley of the bones
 Whoa
 They're gonna rise up and head on home
 Two plus two ain't always four
 And sometimes black ends up white
 And there's a million shades of gray in between
 When you manage to shed a little light
 Whoa
 In the valley of the bones
 Whoa
 They're gonna rise up and head on home
 I've been in every patchwork revival tent from here to yon
 So brothers don't you recognize your own kin?
 I have returned like a prodigal son