The Bottom of It

Now that you've gotten to the autumn of

Your years and you feel your best yet

And you found a turkey 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've wandered to the clearing in

The woods where the wheats 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 hearkening to something heartening

Doors creaking loud, swinging wide open

And you found yourself, man, and that's something

And the doors creaking loud, swinging wide open

You found yourself, man, and that's something

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