One White Duck/010 Nothing At All - Jethro Tull
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
One white duck on your wall
One duck on your wall
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
One white duck on your wall
One duck on your wall
One duck on your wall
So fly away Peter and fly away
Paul from the finger-tip
Ledge of contentment
Well 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