That Man (from the Flatland)

Biding my time, in a century gone

I'm a dunce, and you are queen

Wagons on wheels, can you dig into this?

I've got a fortuneteller willing to feel

A dusty blonde

Came prancing along

And she carried the key to my soul

Alas, an old man

Let her see who I am

And she went with the boy next door

Ooh, that man

From the flatland

Took my woman

The heat, it can burn

And the heat, it can turn

A man into a red fire stem

Slowly, we search

For the wagon dust

But the cow

Is screaming in pain

So he came

Like a chill of shame

He smiled when the love

Tore my world down

Maybe the dust

Or her eternal lust

I'll never know about your flatland song

Ooh, that man

On the flatland

Took my woman