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