Prairie Eyes Songtext
von The Fugitives

They built our dreams into an airport
But couldn′t fly away ourselves because we covered
The runways with bookshelves we became too afraid to face
Traveling to the corners of our imaginations and
Realizing the book was better in the first place.


And there is nothing worse than having
To face the possibility that we don't care
That the latitude of what we are
Chasing is nothing to grieve north of nowhere
We′d stare down the dog star and make it chase the sunset
Train summer to wear a radio collar and call it the family pet
And the fact that no one has done it yet doesn't hold up as an alibi
Not when we've caught Central Park pigeons
And taught them to sing white noise lullabies
So we could dream bird′s eye views of the city′s blueprints
That became hints in the murder mystery of where our happiness went

Some days, well some days I find I have prairie eyes
So the world rolls on forever and I can pretend to be content
But these days I'm money and all I can feel is spent.

Some days, some days I find I have
Prairie eyes and the world rolls on forever
But these days I′m money and all I can feel is spent.