David LaLone - Prodigal Grandson Lyrics

She sat across the table
Smoking another cigarette
We drank an endless supply of coffee
We talked about everything
And nothing at the same time

I was a prodigal grandson
Coming home
From a 20 year war

I entered that door
With a trembling heart
Not knowing what lied
On the other side
But you welcomed me with open arms
And I felt right at home

You gave me a box
That my grandfather made
You took the pictures off the wall
And put them in my hand
We watched a old VHS
From 1992

I was a prodigal grandson
Coming home
From a 20 year war