The Rain Follows the Plow

Straight away I learned to pray
He prays 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 under clouds
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
Are pierced into my ear
No matter where I went, I meant to make my way back here