Track Title:               The Prince's Favorite Son
Album Title:               Happy Nowhere
Prime Artist:              Dog's Eye View

Producer:                  James (Jimbo) Barton
Producer:                  Peter (F.) Stuart
Written by:                Peter (F.) Stuart
Lyrics:

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 counfusion
                            as he pullled 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?"