Well it feels a little like a landscape
And it sounds a lot like time passing by,
As you watch through a window asking
"When will I get mine?"

The prince's favorite son
Was left sitting on a car hood
With a paper tiger
That he used to play with
And a picture of his father,
Whose memory was a whisper
That sang to him daily
As he ran away

It started out so simply
Then it caught him in confusion
As he pulled his head back
And he looked around said
"It takes so long just to get
To where you're going,
When you start out spinning
And you can't fall down"

Well, it feels a little like a landscape
And it sounds a lot like time,
Passing by, as you watch through
A window asking "When, will I get mine?"

With a dog's eye view,
It's a world full of hydrants
And passing feet you never ever
Get the whole scene
You read 429 books about a better world,
But you wake up early
And you still don't know what they mean

Well I'm standing in America,
And I'm swimming in this whirlpool
My head's above, but there's water in my eyes
It took 23 years just to get this stupid
Wondering when will I get wise

And it feels a little like a landscape
It sounds a lot like time passing by
As you watch through a window
Asking "when, will I get mine?"

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Writer(s): PETER F STUART