Theres a train running through
Nebraska
Theres a cold running through my
veins
And as far as I can see
Its all
white there could no one be
Theres a
boy running through Nebraska
And its cold
in the kitchen I make some tea
For the
rainy days sake
And as far as my
thoughts go
I see you running down the
streets in some
Doomed town far away
And I ran my lonely way
I would
die to catch on the train today
But you ran
down the other way
(for the guilt of the
wrongly prayed prayers)
Theres a
fire running through Nebraska
And its cold
in the kitchen I make some tea
For them
rainy days Id have loved to spend with you
I was lucky enough to escape in the nick of
Time will mitigate all wounds but I
Miss
you anyway
And I ran my lonely
way
I wouldve died to catch you on the
train
That day
But were both hurt
In another way