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