Coming Back (Time out of Joint)

So I walked and I walked past where the houses stop
But the road still carries on
I left behind the average town
The cradle where I was born
Past foreground split from broken machinery
Background paste of identical scenery
And now am I supposed to believe I'm outside?

I don't remember the last time that I got this far from home
50 plates from 50 states
In this transition zone
I remember things that shouldn't exist
The details that show the lie
And now am I supposed to believe I'm outside?

The absent step, the missing cord
The slips of paper, the magazine hoard
Leaks in reality, poking through the holes
I think I forgot, to forget what I'm supposed to

The silence spreads, the structure dissolve
The skeleton bus, the bouncing scarecrows
Time stands still, on a strip of paper
I'm scared it might be coming back to me

I'm told I live in a golden age
The best to be alive
Not much to be scared of
If I could only forget about the satellites
The telephone book, unknown numbers
Another past, appears to haunt us
And now am I supposed to believe I'm outside?

I kept watch over you, for so many years
And even though I tried to forget
Deep down inside I knew
I crossed the squares, I crossed the lines
Couldn't help but notice the clues
And now am I supposed to believe I'm outside?