[Verse 1]
B E F#
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
B
And there's a note on the telephone
E F#
Some roses on a tray.
E F# B G#m
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,
E F#
As I pull on my old wings
B F# G#m
One white duck on your wall.
D C#m
Isn't it just too damn real?
F# C#m E
One white duck on your w-a-a-l-l.
[Verse 2]
B
I'll catch a ride on your violin
E F#
Strung upon your bow.
B
And I'll float on your melody
E F#
Sing your chorus soft and low.
E F# B G#m
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
E F# B F# G#m
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall.
D C#m
Isn't it just too damn real?
F# C#m E
One white duck on your w-a-a-l-l.
F# C#m E
One duck on your w-a-a-l-l.
[Verse 3]
B E B
So fly away Peter and fly away Paul
B E F#
From the finger-tip ledge of contentment.
B E B
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
E F# B
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.
[Verse 4]
B E B
Something must be wrong with me and my brain
B E F#
If I'm so patently unrewarding.
B E B
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
E F# B
And my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all.
[Verse 5]
B E B
There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
B E F#
I'm available for consultation,
B E B
But remember your way in is also my way out,
B E E B
And love's four-letter word is no compensation.
[Verse 6]
B E B
Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates
B E F#
So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
B E B
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
E F# B
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.
