If Ice Were Warm

Collectibles in boxes in basements where no one ever goes
Or skeletons in glass display cases with endless daily shows
If lies were miles I’d travel far but they would travel farther
And all the ice and the snow would never feel like home

Millionaires, explorers and scientists plunder what they see
They take the tent, the dog, the woman. Then they take you and me
And if I’d been older I’d be dead and take my place beside you
Inside the warmth, inside the crowds, inside the city lights

And if ice were warm and soft like silk I’d wrap myself inside it
I’d miss the warmth and I’d miss the crowds
I’d miss the city lights

An artifact, a fish out of water, a sad pathetic case
A handicap, a hunter an outlaw that no one wants to chase
And lies have helped me travel far but they have traveled farther
From New York City, ‘round the world and back again
Their bags all full
They come back bags all full