Blackflies

So your name wasn’t in the listing
Or in the catalogue of lists
Or in the error heavily listing
Oh how could your name be missed?
See the bull moose checking out another’s rack
There’s no point in this
There’s no point in getting involved
When the outcome cannot miss
No tracks in the snow, no laminar flow
Can show you «where to go»
Or «how to extract just where you’re at»
And not «become where you’re from»
'Cause you’re not quite that isolatable
And all I’m thinking
I hope the blackflies don’t carry me away
I hope the blackflies don’t carry me away