The Prince's Favorite Son

Well it feels a little like a landscape And it sounds a lot like time passing by As I 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 You know it started out so simply then it caught him in confusion As he pulled his head back, he looked around Said it takes so long just to get to where you're going When you start out spinning and then they would let you fall down But he said it feels a little like a landscape And it sounds a lot like time passing by As I 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 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 you know there's water in my eyes 'Cause it took 23 years to get this stupid asking When will I get wise? And it still feels a little like a landscape And it still sounds a lot like time passing by As I watch through a window asking When will I, when will I, when, when, when When will I get mine?