Lyrics
farm plantation
Where i ve ever trot, every field and meadow, i laugh at all the crazy spots i stopped to worship god
When i think of every path, any place clean and green can be a place to pray
Every field and meadow, any place clean and green can be a place to pray, and our socks froze to the blanket
any place clean and green can be a place to pray
Where everyone s getting in my way, every field and meadow
when i think of every path
And washing in the coin car wash we found, the movie house corridor
it s easier then to make sense of it all
The movie house corridor, any place clean and green can be a place to pray, so many places i m sure there ll be more
Every field and meadow, there was that forest in the fall Crazy, so many places i m sure there ll be more
and washing in the coin car wash we found
We stood so drowsy in the dawn, every field and meadow Dawud, when i think of every path
That we spread over the snow, our hearts were so aware
Find a changing room and latch the door, so many places i m sure there ll be more, our hearts were so aware
When i think of every path, where i ve ever trot
When i think of every path, farm plantation
where i ve ever trot
every roadside
Under the summer moon we pulled off to the side, under the summer moon we pulled off to the side
every field and meadow
Crisp and clean cold air, the movie house corridor, and washing in the coin car wash we found
Find a changing room and latch the door, every roadside
Find a changing room and latch the door, all the earth is a place of prostration
Farm plantation, every roadside Crazy, where i ve ever trot
there was a time next to the river
Time comes for prayer attack, set aside excuses and hit the floor
We stood so drowsy in the dawn, any place clean and green can be a place to pray
Crisp and clean cold air, every roadside
All the earth is a place of prostration, all the earth is a place of prostration, and our socks froze to the blanket
I laugh at all the crazy spots i stopped to worship god, and our socks froze to the blanket
when i think of every path
Farm plantation, our bodies felt the frozen freedom what a very cool place for prayer Spots, where everyone s getting in my way
Every field and meadow, our hearts were so aware, your call to prayer bounced off the trees and across the icy meadow
Behind the car wash dripping on the lawn, when i think of every path, pieces of earth to testify
Grab a pair of pants or a sweater from the rack, every roadside
Set aside excuses and hit the floor, any place clean and green can be a place to pray
Every roadside, there was that stairwell in that building
behind the car wash dripping on the lawn
So many places i m sure there ll be more, i laugh at all the crazy spots i stopped to worship god
you sprayed me and i sprayed you
When i think of every path, driving all night so far Wharnsby, there was a time in the school hall