Jehtro Tull

One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All



There"s a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there"s a note on the telephone --- some roses on a
  tray.
And the motorway"s stretching right out to us all,
  as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck
  on your wall.
Isn"t it just too damn real?
I"ll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.
And I"ll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft
  and low.
There"s a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck
  on your wall.
Isn"t it just too damn real?

So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the
  finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And I"m probably bound to deceive you after all.

Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---
  if I"m so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that
  way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals
  nothing at all.

There"s no double-lock defense; there"s no chain on my door.
I"m available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out, and
  love"s four-letter word is no compensation.

Well, I"m the Black Ace dog-handler: I"m a waiter on
  skates --- so don"t you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I"m up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays ---
  to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday
  lunch confusion.