You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain
You picture it in your cozy home

You think you've blown a fuse
Don't know how to react
You don't know where it's at

And therein lies the difference, and therein

They always say it comes in three and fours
And that it never rains, it just pours

You think it's your fault
And you curse the moon
You go to the saloon

And therein lies the difference, and therein

He turned the water into wine
And hе insisted that we eat swinе

And that's the sum of it
Why don't you come to grips?
Just take or leave it
And therein lies the difference, and therein