Nebraska

Nebraska

A glass of warm chardonnay

It's the last one here but I wasn't late

You got there early, I took the time it takes

I'm taking my time if you ask me

No one's free here, Omaha

Those are some strict laws

Mirrors mirrors, aren't we all?

Don't you see?

And so it goes

And so it goes

I thought you would be

Here beside me

But this highway

She takes her tolls

That's what I get

So it goes

Well, I've been framed

Free to go and then detained

This jury's loaded and deranged

And nothing's changed and everything's changing

And so it goes

I saw a ghost

I thought it was you

Here beside me

Made this highway

A haunted ghost

That's what I get

Talking to ghosts

Omaha, I met you there

But this middle it isn't fair

And in the thick it's hard to breathe

Nebraska, this is killing me

Nebraska, this is killing me

Nebraska, you're killing me