Arrowhead

do tell
 how is
 the little pilgrims progress
 does he endeavour to perservere
 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 tounges
 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 striken laws