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