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 footprints go