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

One As Precious As the Other 
They Go With Me 
For 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