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