How do I feel? Well, I feel so alone
Like a sad armadillo across this desert I roam
I've been stripped down, bare, 'til I break

Still the wheel keeps turning

Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie

Summer nights in the cornfields
When the corn gets so high
We traveled clear across Wichita, headin' north

Leavin' civilization

And there were highways to get across

And places far from here
And I was his lonesome prairie
And he was my wild frontier


Harvested peaches in a small border town
Saved all our wages

Put ten percent down
I never thought I'd see the world through a child's eyes
Until early December


Then one Calgary morning
Still as glass

While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past
And with one breath said I'm taking him back
To his Father in Heaven


Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow
I held him through my tears

Because I was his lonesome prairie
And he was my wild frontier


Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Oh, oh, oh

Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Oh, oh, oh


And sometimes at night
I swear I can hear him

Calling out so clear
He says, "You were my lonesome prairie
And I'm still your wild frontier"


Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along

Oh, oh, oh
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along

Oh, oh, oh

Babe, I miss you