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