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