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

its only misery its only ankle deep

it is no mystery

i know my way from here

it is no mystery

i know my way from here