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?