Woorden: An Pierlé. Nebraska.

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