You may be a star in your own mind   But you're greatly deluded in my mine   I heard reports that you drink   And you take drugs most of the time   And that your life is in danger   And that you were involved in a crime      Is it over, is it over?   Will you come home now?   Is it over, is it over?   Don't you let me down      You're the architect of your own excess   Join the queue at the start of the line   In a wilderness with an empty sky   The clouds are gone and the dessert is dry      The prodigal son is returning   He shouldn't be walking the streets   They tell me that children are starving   He's got everything that he needs      Is it over, is it over?   Will you come home now?   Is it over, is it over?   Is it over now?      Won't you come home now?   Won't you come home now?   Won't you come home now?   Won't you come, won't you come home?   Won't you come home now?   Won't you come home now?   Won't you come home now?   Won't you come, won't you come home?      Won't you come home now?   Won't you come home now?   Won't you come home now?   Won't you come, won't you come home?