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 but 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 and 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