Theres a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.And theres a note on the telephone --- some roses on aTray.And the motorways stretching right out to us all,As I pull on my old wings --- one white duckOn your wall.Isnt it just too damn real? Ill catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.And Ill float on your melody --- sing your chorus softAnd low.Theres a picture-view postcard to say that I called.You can see from the fireplace, one white duckOn your wall.Isnt 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 Im probably bound to deceive you after all.Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---If Im so patently unrewarding.But my dreams are for dreaming and best left thatWay --- and my zero to your power of ten equalsNothing at all.Theres no double-lock defense; theres no chain on my door.Im available for consultation,But remember your way in is also my way out, andLoves four-letter word is no compensation.Well, Im the black ace dog-handler: Im a waiter onSkates --- so dont you jump to your foreskin conclusion.Because Im up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays ---To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet sundayLunch confusion. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jethro_tull/one_white_duck0nothing_at_all.html ]