Not been here since I was a boy The sky unwrapped, the world my toy A movie reel a million miles long On and on Scene after scene passes by my life The windows a wound. The road is a knife The irony, ask me, where have you been? I dont know, I dont know Because I dont know where to begin Too much to do, too much to see Pictures to take, people to meet When theres so much space in between It overwhelms me Scene after scene passes by my life The windows a wound. The road is a knife The irony, ask me, where have you been? I dont know, I dont know Because I dont know where to begin Not been here since I was a boy Now 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 tween the dream and the real The irony, ask me, where have you been? I dont know, I dont know Because I dont know where to begin I dont know where to begin
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