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 window's a wound. The road is a knife
The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
I don't know, I don't know

Because I don't know where to begin

Too much to do, too much to see

Pictures to take, people to meet
When there's so much space in between
It overwhelms me


Scene after scene passes by my life
The window's a wound. The road is a knife

The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
I don't know, I don't know
Because I don't 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 don't know, I don't know
Because I don't know where to begin
I don't know where to begin