On from here walkin dreams awake I think not I think not The sky comes king blown in every direction And of no country I am straw
It is no mystery I know my way from here
Iron sharpens iron Crooked wooden and peacock black I have your feathers Slung across my back I'm not the only one To help you down the hill My blue knuckles do as they will
It is no mystery I know my way from here
It is no mystery I know my way from here
One as precious as the other They go with me Today I am not a false conscience A tyrant Angels line my pockets dear I walk a hutterite mile Look at me this once Put an eye to my step Look and furrow