| Prairie now isn’t that a pretty word
|
| Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun
|
| You should have heard what I heard
|
| A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand
|
| Prairie now isn’t that a lonely word
|
| Slips through the hands like a falling star
|
| You should have seen what I saw
|
| A mask an artifice a skillful smear
|
| If I could pull the nerves from my skin
|
| If I could pull the nerves from my skin
|
| I would
|
| Prairie now isn’t that an evil word
|
| Trips on its feet like a slouching beast
|
| Surely things will change now
|
| A start a plan a place to go
|
| If I could pull the nerves from my skin
|
| If I could pull the nerves from my skin
|
| I would
|
| Prairie now isn’t that a pretty word
|
| Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun
|
| You should have heard what I heard
|
| A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand
|
| Surely things will change now
|
| Surely things will change now
|
| Surely things will change now
|
| Surely things will change now |