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