Getting Into Knives

I hit the cul-de-sac on the spiritual path Retraced my steps back home But the house burned down before I got there And I found myself alone I tried to keep things in perspective As I hunted down the perpetrator Loaded up my toolkit with every hateful instrument Now here we are thirty years later I'm getting into knives I'm getting into knives I've been up and down the buffet several different times I'm adjusting my focus, I'm getting into knives I sought wisdom from the sages Consulted with master tacticians Met up with some guys who wouldn't tell me their last names They specialized in non-conventional munitions Stayed on the scent like a bloodhound Followed the clues where they led Taste of hot ashes on my tongue all day I took my rifle with me to bed But I'm getting into knives I'm getting into knives It's a gift to be simple, it's a gift to be free I'm adjusting my focus, I'm getting into knives Held to my vision all these days While stray signals kept flooding the switchboard Came all this way for hunger May I be worthy of my reward I stood at the door, and I listened Rustled through my rucksack as quiet as I could You can't give me back what you've taken But you can give me something that's almost as good I'm getting into knives I am getting into knives Behold, I stand at the door, and I knock, and then I knock twice I've adjusted my focus, I'm getting into knives --- Getting Into Knives - The Mountain Goats