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.