Huffman Prairie Flying Field

Visit mysterious fields

See them with small courage

There you will come to a bird

She may scream the word

But if that's what you think you heard

Then what's what you heard

And if that's what you want to hear

Then that's what I will tell you

Black without warning

The storm and the morning star

It's look! We are angels on wires

From a pregnant sky

And if that's where you think you'll go

Then that's where you'll go

And if what's what you want to feel

Then that's what I will sell you

And now I've come back

Translucent and peeled

At Huffman Prairie Flying Field

I've come to start up my head

Been closed and locked up

For far too long

For far too long

For far too long

For far too long