I went to an ancient to ask if she knew the way back home
Because, boy, she knows
She just laughs as she throws you a bone and then points back home

I went to a forester to ask where they harvest souls
But he was puzzled though
He just looked to the leaves and the rocks down beneath and moaned

I asked an ironworker "should I stick to kindness our Foucault?"
He said "You should know...
It's not Foucault and when you go wandering you should know."