One Prairie Outpost

One Prairie Outpost by Carbon Leaf

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 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.