the day has come   every black book has my name   a prodigal son   who has lost all faith in the game   no one around to welcome me home   the door's left unanswered   no one picks up the phone   no 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   no more chances yet he took   like a loser he gave in   far too many times   no 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.