Nebraska
There's a strange serenity in walking down a road
Barely touched by man's feet; aside a jet black river
Coloured by the lights of the street
And the infamous absence of the big old sun
I've got Nebraska in my ears, what's behind is in my fears
I've never so much in my nineteen years missed
The warm wet feeling of tears

Running down my face and running down my mind
Like when rubber hits the road casting out dust behind
Tail lights disappear across the star spread sky
And I just keep on walking, walking by, with Nebraska in my ears. What's behind is in my fears
I've never so much in my nineteen years missed
The warm wet feeling of tears