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 pea@@#! 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

One as precious as the other

They go with me
For 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