Tundra - Jethro Tull

Short Arctic desert day ---

And someone left their snow-shoes in the tundra

Look around every which way

But I can’t see just where the footprints go

Is it a casual disappearance?

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Plucked from the middle atmosphere

Like straw wind-blown

No speck on the horizon ---

No simple message scrawled

Upon the snow

Unearthly visitation ---

Someone left their snow-shoes in the tundra

Hungry buzzard flier

Circling round and round

Rattling death’s tambourine

Have to run it down the cold wire ---

Late insertion in tomorrow’s lost and found

Should I spread out searching?

But I’m a little thin upon the ground

So I raise my lips to coax

The last drop of brandy from the bottle

Rest my feet and contemplate

The mystery that’s haunting

This Siberian space

Show-shoes they bind me down ---

I’m just one more parasite of the surface layer

I begin to get the feeling

I’ve been on this stage before

And I’m the only player

One more Arctic desert day ---

Another set of shoes out in the tundra snow

I make my fade to white-out

And you can’t see me where my footprints go