Tundra Songtext

von 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 disappearence?

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 lst drop of brandy from the bottle.
Rest my feet and contemplate

The mystery that's haunting
This Sibirian space.

Show-shoes they bind me down
I'm just one mor 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 Artic 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 footprint go.