I'm sure my hands know something
My mind doesn't
That ancient calligraphy
Some days I miss my sisters and miss my cousins
But I can see them passing in the breeze
I'm moving downhill, lower and lower still
Down to masters, makers and waterwheels
I'm not here for the high; I'm just here for the ride
Not a limit in sight
Not a limit in sight
I'm sure my mind knows something
My heart doesn't
That mystic epiphany
Some days I miss my brothers and miss my mother
And my ears ring when they're missing me
History is a mystery
The future keeps unfolding
Walk with me through the darkest streets
And I'll just keep beholding
I'm moving downhill, lower and lower still
Down to masters, makers and waterwheels
I'm not here for the high; I'm just here for the ride
Not a limit in sight
Not a limit in sight
I'm sure my hands know something my mind doesn't
I'm sure my hands know something my mind doesn't