Arrow Head - Wovenhand

Do tell, how is

The little pilgrims progress

Does he endeavor to persevere

Close mantled to knives and kisses

Just like when you were here

What little he had

From him it was taken

For in the small things he could not be trusted

Arrowhead, arrowhead

Run motor city rusted

Nailed to the floor by an old time gaze

Who is, who was, who is to come

Given to other lips

Spoken on other tongues

Where are you and where have you been

Hold fast, hold fast 'till he come again

Would it do, would it do any good

To be able to remember

The white of the page, the black of the ink

Thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink

You talk this way as you go walkin'

Weavin' your way through the straw

It comes so slow and leaves so quick

Under grace, yeah, we strike the stricken laws

Who is, who was, who is to come

Given to other lips

Spoken on other tongues

Where are you and where have you been

Hold fast, hold fast 'till he come again