The Bottom of It

Now that you’ve gotten to the autumn of
Your years and you feel your best yet
And you found the tooky feather and you hung it like an amulet
So happy that you got to the bottom of
The fears that were fettering you
And you found a round stone and you’re wearing it around like a jewel
Doors creaking loud swinging wide open
And you found yourself, Man, and that’s something
Now that you wandered to the clearing in
The woods where the weeds sway in the wind
And you found a dead deer and you made it into moccasins
Overjoyed that you’ve gotten to the flat spot
In the field and you’re starting to feel
That it’s harkening, to, something — heart-en-ing
Doors creaking loud swinging wide open
And you found yourself, Man, and that’s something
And the doors creaking loud swinging wide open
And you found yourself, Man, and that’s something — ahhh
So happy that you’ve gotten to the bottom of it
The fears that were fettering you
And you found a round stone and you’re wearing it around like a jewel