Follower - Cowboy Junkies

My father’s stories fell upon us

Filled us with his light

Gospels, fertile minds

Taking root, taking root

His pocket change would jingle

Sacramental bells

Heads tucked low

Sneaking peaks, sneaking peaks

And the rain comes down

It’s dark and the browns begin to bite

Here you will always be behind me

And you will not go away

There he sleeps on untamed land

Dark corners yet discovered

His heart yet to be

Trod upon, trod upon

I can’t bear to hear his breathing

Simply knowing what’s to come

I can’t bear to hear your breathing

Knowing what’s to come, what’s to come

And the rain comes down

It’s dark and the browns begin to bite

Here you will always be behind me

And you will not go away

And the rain comes down

It’s dark and the browns begin to bite

And the rain comes down

It’s dark and the browns begin to bite

And the rain comes down

It’s dark and the browns begin to bite

Here I will always be behind you

And will never go away