Jethro Tull - One White Duck/0=nothing At All текст песни

There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on aTray.And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,As I pull on my old wings --- one white duckOn 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 softAnd low.There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.You can see from the fireplace, one white duckOn your wall.Isn't it just too damn real? So fly away peter and fly away paul --- from theFinger-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 thatWay --- and my zero to your power of ten equalsNothing 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, andLove's four-letter word is no compensation.Well, I'm the black ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter onSkates --- 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 sundayLunch confusion.