in the terminal bookstore

magazines lined up to view

is this how i close my chapter

begin and ending at gate two?

they called me prodigal girl

they called me prodigal girl

wired wings lying in shatters

you and me before the frame

i could stand here for a lifetime

just to not forget your name

and call you prodigal girl

and call you prodigal girl

and no matter what the clocks say

or how much faith i have above

my heart will still be breaking

into the shapes of those i love

and no matter if you miss me

i still can’t help but fear

that your heart’s one shape less broken

even without me near

even without me near

so call me prodigal girl

call me prodigal girl

when we were prodigal girls.