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 (out there)
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 londely way I would die to catch you 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.
