One white duck

A one, two, three. 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. So fly away Peter and fly away Paul - from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high heel 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. And 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.