The Prize Lyrics - Great Divide - 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 strivers strain to hear 

A voice that's left us 

And the magazines still have to sell us 

Twelve mastergeniuses 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 news 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 where 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