The Way Lyrics

I stay behind I walk ahead
Apart yet a part of ev'rything
Nothing done and all is well
Never used yet always full 

Out of nothing comes the one
Out of one comes the two
Out of two comes three
Out of three comes all things 

The more it moves the more it yields
The valley spirit never dies
The root of heaven and of earth
Empty now of ev'rything
>From above it is not bright
>From below it is not dark
You cannot see when it began
Follow it there is no end 

It has no aim it is so small
It has no name it is so great
It is not seen it is not heard
Nothing done or left undone 

The weak can overcome the strong
The supple overcomes the stiff
Ev'ryone knows this well
yet so few can practice it 

Out of nothing comes the one
Out of one comes the two
Out of two comes three
Out of three comes all things