Текст Conor Oberst – 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

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