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