Father don't you recognize your own kin?
It's been a lifetime, or maybe two
My hair is longer, and my face drawn thin
From years of searchin' for the truth
Whoa
In the valley of the bones
Whoa
They're gonna rise up and head on home
We all wander through this shattered old world
Gettin' more glass in our feet
Leavin' bloody tracks everywhere we turn
Like a morbid hide-and-go-seek
Whoa
In the valley of the bones
Whoa
They're gonna rise up and head on home
Two plus two ain't always four
And sometimes black ends up white
And there's a million shades of gray in between
When you manage to shed a little light
Whoa
In the valley of the bones
Whoa
They're gonna rise up and head on home
I've been in every patchwork revival tent from here to yon
So brothers don't you recognize your own kin?
I have returned like a prodigal son