the day has come
every black book has my name
a prodigal son
who has lost all faith in the game
o one around to welcome me home
the door's left unanswered
o one picks up the phone
o more leaves to turn anew
i can't answer without a clue
i'm caught in a loop of feeling blue
the day has come
take a look in destiny's book
a radical son
o more chances yet he took
like a loser he gave in
far too many times
o one forgets a sin
i've been told to reach out my hand
the first one to grab it is a friend
i've been told to re-understand
to re-comprehend the meaning of a friend
maybe i've worn my presence out
i'm used to the scorn that's meted out.