In the middle of the journey, in the middle of the day
i came to a city and i stopped to ask the way
what does it matter? said the people with a sneer
you canand't get there from here
You may be a gallant runner, you may hobble with the lame
there are forty crooked hedgerows and they all look just the same
traveling gets weary, you get funny in the head
stop right here instead
Well, says i, i was only passing through
iand'd like to stop and rest a while, itand's true
then i asked them for a job to do
they gave me life insurance and a straw to chew
Welcome to the flatlands
all the maps agree
far as the eye can see
itand's level, dead level
flatlands: life meanders by
chew a straw and watch the grass grow high
And itand's stand we stand together, fall you fall alone
authorityand's a leash of love to bring you safely home
fools look out for trouble where foreign breezes blow
tell your children so
Theyand've got to keep things ticking, they must never go on strike
theyand'll be standing there till doomsday with their fingers in the dyke
thereand's faith and hope and patience and patience is the best
turn your face from the rest
Well, says i, iand'm much obliged to you
everywhere i go iand'm learning something new
if i understand your point of view
you donand't believe weand're dying our whole life through
Welcome to the flatlands...
And if they waste nothing they can keep their little pile
and if they say nothing they will not be on file
and if they see nothing no one will see them
no one will take down their name
And if they do not panic the pain will vanish soon
and if they never sing theyand'll never be out of tune
and if they are faithful they will get their reward
and if they are meek they will be spared
Well, says i, i was only passing through
iand'd better get a move on and'cause the days are few
poppies are red, cornflowers blue
the scythe is sharp the mowingand's due
Welcome to the flatlands...
Wonder where the flying years go
chew a straw and watch the grass grow high
