Nebraska (An Pierlé)

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