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 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 and 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 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 ‘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