Not been here since I was a boy
The sky unwrapped, the world my toy
A movie real a million miles long
On and on
Scene after scene passes by my life
The windowÔÇÖs a wound. The road is a knife
The irony, ask me, ÔÇÿwhere have you been?ÔÇÖ
I donÔÇÖt know, I donÔÇÖt know
Because I donÔÇÖt know where to begin
Too much to do, too much to see
Pictures to take, people to meet
When thereÔÇÖs so much space in between
It overwhelms me
Scene after scene passes by my life
The windowÔÇÖs a wound and the road is a knife
The irony, ask me, ÔÇÿwhere have you been?ÔÇÖ
I donÔÇÖt know, I donÔÇÖt know
Because I donÔÇÖt know where to begin
Not been here since I was a boy
Now a heart full of fear and a mask of painted joy
So much for these youthful eyes to see
So much for peace and tranquility
One Prairie Outpost, you are how I feel:
Alone in a flatland ÔÇÿtween the dream and the real
The irony, ask me, ÔÇÿwhere have you been?ÔÇÖ
I donÔÇÖt know, I donÔÇÖt know
Because I donÔÇÖt know where to begin
I donÔÇÖt know where to begin
