Huffman Prairie Flying Field

Visit mysterious fields
 See them with small courage
 There you will come to a bird
 She may scream the word
 But if that's what you think you heard
 Then what's what you heard
 And if that's what you want to hear
 Then that's what I will tell you
 Black without warning
 The storm and the morning star
 It's look! We are angels on wires
 From a pregnant sky
 And if that's where you think you'll go
 Then that's where you'll go
 And if what's what you want to feel
 Then that's what I will sell you
 And now I've come back
 Translucent and peeled
 At Huffman Prairie Flying Field
 I've come to start up my head
 Been closed and locked up
 For far too long
 For far too long
 For far too long
 For far too long