Prairie Dog

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