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?"