Rain Follows The Plow
CONOR OBERST · Salutations 2017 · Track 14 of 17
Written by Conor Oberst
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 to see the clouds The rain follows the plow But it's never as profound As I wanted it to be Now the birds, they sang the Rites of Spring In summer's La-Z-Boy I sat down to enjoy a world That was comfortable and green
Wore a red feather hawk and a Celtic cross Pierced into my ear No matter where I went I meant To make my way back here
But 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