Lyrics

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 & 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 & furrow It's only misery It's only ankle deep It is no mystery I know my way from here It is no mystery I know my way from here