The Dog-Ear Years - Jethro Tull

Rusted and ropy

Dog-eared old copy

Vintage and classic

Or just plain Jurassic:

All words to describe me

Relaxed in the knowledge

That happily present

Are all things to sustain me

Nurture and claim me:

Roll back the mileage

You have settled beside me

To the far and the wide of me

A matter of choosing

Of finding and losing

On the rough ride with me

Take whisky with water

Kick stones down the gutter

Think back to long days with

Stale breath recycled in my face

Rattling through airways —

Plastic on cold trays

Watching through windows

Deep landscapes below

Await another time and space

There must come some time

To walk through the night line

Hands tight: heads high

These are the dog-ear years

Don’t turn back.

Don’t linger

For God’s sake keep moving

Primitive shadows sidle beside