Favorite Son (Live)

He is sturdy he is faithful
He bows his head down low
A simple misunderstanding
A lifetime all alone
He pushes through a sandstorm
On the battlefield in his head
When the golden rays of sunlight
Paint him lying on his bed
He is strong like a secret agent man
A proper coat and tie
His little toy soldiers stare back at him
As he fights the urge to cry
But somewhere back in Boston
Where he first stood like a man
He offered up forgiveness
He tried to understand

Oh, favorite son
Where have you run to where will we find you
Now, favorite son
Why don't you just come home
Yeah yeah
Such a long way home

Well he throws his hands up skyward
To be closer to the sun
Good Vibrations follow him
As if he's the chosen one
Icarus wings are fragile
And he steers a measured course
He fuels himself with courage
Like a ranger on his trusty horse
He is strong like a secret agent man
A sparkle in his eye
His little toy soldiers so proud of him
As they line up by his side
Now he can grow older
With a sense of peace at hand
The favorite son is free at last
He finally understands

Oh, favorite son
Where have you run to where will we find you
Now, favorite son
Why don't you just come home

Home it's somewhere I know so well
Ghosts please take me home sweet home
Home is somewhere I know so well
Ghosts please take me home sweet home

OH, favorite son
Where have you run to where will we find you
NOW, favorite son
Why won't you just come home
Yeah, yeah
Its such a long way home