Tell me, where are you going, my son,
on your journey so far from home?
Tell me, what can they offer you, what can they do,
that I haven't already done?
Oh, I haven't already done?
I will meet you there, there in the heart of the Father.
I will meet you there, there in the heart of the Son.
Let me tell you, it's breaking my heart,
to see you walk down that road.
When you come to your senses forgetting offenses,
I'll always welcome you home.
I'll be here to welcome you home.
I will meet you there, there in the heart of the Father.
I will meet you there, there in the heart of the Son.
I will meet you there, there in the hearts of my daughters.
I will meet you there, there in the heart of the sons.
There will be times when we will fly far away from here.
Then there'll be days when we realize that You knew it all along.
Oh, you don't have to tell me, my son,
how your life was spent in the world.
‘Cause when you finally stopped running,
you found only one thing:
I was running to you all along.
I was running to you all along.
