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