Polar Bears And Trees

In a land of nothing
But polar bears and trees
The inlet and the drumlin
The lichen and the weeds
The mighty beaver building
The otter and the loon
An eagle on the mountain
Dives and kills and eats a rabid coon
(Hey hey, ho ho…)
Hear the roaring silence
You live the missing thrill
The topographical silence
The boundless northern will
I’ve never killed the moment
I’ve never shot a gun
I’ve never felt so guilty
For doing things that I’ve never really done
(Hey hey, ho ho…)
Here I sit on this cold mountain face
Where I’ll go, and to what kind of place?
Lands of soda and chocolate and bread
(Take a picture of me.)
But your voice coming over the phone
Makes me feel that I’m twice as alone
Warm as skin ripping over the bone
(Take a picture of me…)
I can’t do it. I can’t do it
I can’t get no dream
I can’t do it. I’m talking through it
I’m sick and tired of this scene
You’re safe and narrow
You’re tractor, you’re snow
You’d let me sway in the trees
I can’t do it. I can’t get no dream
(Take a picture of me.) I can’t get no dream…
End all transmission!
In a land of nothing
But polar bears and trees
The inlet and the drumlin
The lichen and the weeds
I’ve never killed the moment
I’ve never shot a gun
Never felt so guilty
For doing things that I wished I’d done…
For doing things that I’ve never really done
(Hey hey, ho ho…)