Nebraska Dreams

You can always see the ceiling

With the city looking in your bedroom window

And looked upon as such

I memorized the plaster until 3:00

‘Cause memorizing mud

Beats memorizing someone else’s heartache

So if you’ve been out to the grassland

You’ll know just what my city eyes have seen

My head is splitting

My heart is gasping

And now you’re asking:

“I know you’re leaving,

Can’t stop you dreaming

But why Nebraska?”

Well you’d think that I was dying

But new wounds seem to bleed the truest ink

And I’ll tell you, after thirteen years of trying:

It won’t come out the way you think

Atlantic drenched in irony and sunlight

I’m transported to those plains/planes

Where the trains stretch on forever

And no matter how far you run, it looks the same

My head is splitting

My heart is gasping

And now you’re asking:

“I know you’re leaving,

Can’t stop you dreaming

But why Nebraska?”

I’m working now all over Hell’s half acre

And window seats may have the better view

My midnight hour musings notwithstanding

I wish that I could just stay here and look at you

My head is splitting

My heart is gasping

And now I’m asking

“I know I’m leaving,

So why do I keep on dreaming

Of damned Nebraska?”

You can always see the ceiling

With the city looking in your bedroom window

That luminescent gaze

I hope it never looks away

So I can see you one more time before I go