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