Pack Ice - Skeptics

As long as the weather holds

And we don’t lose no more dogs

Crack the whip and mush mush mush

Sound of the dogs and snowshoes in the slush

Broken hair, lips closed

Frostbite in my fingers and my toes

White on white, diminished sight

Snowblindness coming on

All my efforts hampered by this wind

In a land so clean and cold

The body split from the soul

All my efforts hampered by this wind

Needle spin to send you there

Twenty yards on another flag stares you down

Someone else has been here

I take turns and so do you

But what else can you do

Icebreaker heads into the sound

To the point of rendezvous

It was there but where were you?

In a land so clean and cold

The body split from the soul

See the weather closed in, we ate the dogs

Bitter tears form pebbles on the ground

All my efforts carried on this wind

All my efforts carried on this wind