The Pioneer Song

I wish I was a pioneer
Take me back two hundred years

A little cabin in an open field
Down to the river where we catch our meals
I bring trout back to the iron stove
Where momma cooks the vegetables that poppa sewed

It's a simple life, you know

I build a fire while my family sleeps
And read a book beside it, while I rest my feet
The Farmer's Almanac is mighty fine
It warned us to be mindful of the frost, come wintertime.

And don't you know I'm always wishing for the chance
To relive something that's happened before, again
It seems my eyes are always looking back
Like happiness lives only in the past

Ooooooh, ooooh, oh

Maybe I will find the new frontier
When I build my own spaceship
In a couple years

A great, green martian with a smiling face
Will welcome me kindly to his humble place
I'll meet his family when I step inside
And tell them all about the problems with the world on the other side

And, oh, I'm always yearning for the chance
To take a break from this whole present tense
I focus on what hasn't happened yet
Like some strange psychic's living in my head

So maybe I was
And maybe I will be
But what am I now?
Tell me, what do you see?

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