The Prize - Semisonic

The night of a thousand verses

One thousand friends said

Have you heard, what we expected

We are all working late and

Waiting to win a prize we don’t deserve

And live to collect it

Can’t you see I’m weary

Maybe this news can wait

The night of a thousand verses

One thousand striver’s strain to hear

A voice that’s left us

And the magazines still have to sell us

Twelve master geniuses a year

It’s all so shameless

Can’t you see I’m weary

Maybe this news can wait

Can’t you see I’m blurry

Maybe this blues can wait

Maybe there was a message in it

I don’t know where you hid it

Maybe there was a piece that will fit

I don’t know how to fit it

Tell me what kind of prize can you get

Where you don’t want to win it?

Maybe there was a message in it

I don’t know where you hid it

Maybe there was a piece that will fit

I don’t know how to fit it

Tell me what kind of prize can you get

Where you don’t want to win it?

Can’t you see I’m weary

Maybe this news can wait

Can’t you see I’m blurry

Maybe this blues can wait