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



Has 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' civilizatin



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 was 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 oh oh)

Get along, get along, get along

Get along, get along, get along

(oh oh 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