The Rain Follows the Plow
Straight away I learned to pray
Heap praise upon the sky
You go to heaven when you die
But keep that lake of fire in mind
Broke all the rules at Catholic school
Turned to a life of crime
When I stole that motorbike
I left a trail of tears behind
Had casual sex
Smoked cigarettes
Threw caution to the wind
Was a winding path that I always plan to get back to you again
Till the ground 'neath thunderclouds
The rain follows the plow
But it was never as profound as I had wanted it to be
The birds, they sang the Rites of Spring
In summer's La-Z-Boy
I sat down to enjoy a world that's comfortable in green
A red feather hawk and a Celtic cross
I pierced into my ear
No matter where I went I meant to make my way back here
Well I don't need God or common law to tell me right from wrong
'Cause when you press me to your chest
I know where I belong