How do I feel? Well, I feel so alone   Like a sad armadillo across this desert I roam   I've been stripped down, bare, 'til I break   Still the wheel keeps turning      Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie   Summer nights in the cornfields   When the corn gets so high   We traveled clear across Wichita, headin' north   Leavin' civilization      And there were highways to get across   And places far from here   And I was his lonesome prairie   And he was my wild frontier      Harvested peaches in a small border town   Saved all our wages   Put ten percent down   I never thought I'd see the world through a child's eyes   Until early December      Then one Calgary morning   Still as glass   While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past   And with one breath said I'm taking him back   To his Father in Heaven      Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow   I held him through my tears   Because I was his lonesome prairie   And he was my wild frontier      Get along, get along, get along   Get along, get along, get along   Oh, oh, oh   Get along, get along, get along   Get along, get along, get along   Oh, oh, oh      And sometimes at night   I swear I can hear him   Calling out so clear   He says, "You were my lonesome prairie   And I'm still your wild frontier"      Get along, get along, get along   Get along, get along, get along   Oh, oh, oh   Get along, get along, get along   Get along, get along, get along   Oh, oh, oh      Babe, I miss you