Pack Ice

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