There's a train running through nebraska
there's a cold running through my veins
and as far as i can see
it's all white there could no one be
there's a boy running through nebraska
and it's cold in the kitchen i make some tea
for the rainy day?s 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)
there's a fire running through nebraska
and it's cold in the kitchen i make some tea
for them rainy days i'd 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 would've died to catch you on the train
that day
but we're both hurt
in another way