Arrow Head Lyrics - Woven Hand

Do tell, how is the little pilgrim's 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 

Arrow head, arrow head 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 and 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 we strike the stricken law 

Who is, who was, who is to come 

Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues 

Where are you and where have you been 

Hold fast, hold fast till he come again 

Who is, who was, who is to come 

Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues 

Where are you and where have you been 

Hold fast, hold fast till he come again