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