Cat tail swished at the top of the stair
And loss of way was the subject in the air
We had sought oracles sages and stones
we could feel we had lost our way deep in our bones
the rooster cries morning, crickets call the eve
and all who couldn’t stand to stay still hated to leave
with so much left unspoken and so much left to chance
in the end only those who had lost their way were left to dance
our roads were marked with the signs of all the saints
Who’d gone the path before free of all earthly restraints
and everyone who found the way was marked
but no one could recall just where virtue was parked
so we gathered up together our raggedy band
and everyone took someone’s brother, sister by the hand
and I said despite the road and the weather
despite our lost ways we’ll go it together
the best I see out there today’s a parody at best
300 million souls all pray to be blest
From all who have a little must be taken away
a little oil to light a lamp of the lost way
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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