A foolish time full of foolish things
Lord knows how we survived
In the end it's up to you and I

Changing times and changing names
To me it's all the same
Open your heart and let it fly
Away

You stand in the sun
Letting life have it's fun in that memory haze
Oh how we loved all those days

And yesterdays child
Forgotten but wild sleeps the memory of time
A past that still shines

The Prodigal son
The favors of some seem to melt into time
The higher you climb
And thoughts of a life
That exists in your mind is realities child
Not born, but so wise

Reach out and touch me
I'm walking, talking
The prodigal son
Reach out and touch me
Touch me, touch me, touch me
I'm walking, talking

The prodigal son
Reach out and touch me
I'm walking, talking

Still have myself and I reckon it's fun
To tell you who called those days
The prodigal son, favors to some
Prodigal son, born on the run

Reach out and touch me
I'm walking, talking
(repeat 'til end)

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