Tundra Lyrics

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? --
	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 foot-
prints go.