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.

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.