Nebraska

Euphony on the field
Atonement on the plains
You can go east or west from here
But I just can’t take the pain

Won’t you meet me out there?
Lost, wide eyed
Like the first time before the last
When you knew the earth from the sky

Thought I had slept here for months
Barely knew a sea of grain
Fate brought me right back here
From the urban bitter rain

Waiting on the grace, first white dove
Just the place you've been dreaming of

Nebraska is the place, your first love
Just the place you've been dreaming of

Evaporate the years
It’s too far too see,
Someone has got to be the first
I guess it’ll be me

I don’t need a TV to sleep
Each soul needs a little breath
A free space to touch
Just so there’s something left

Nebraska is the promise land, your first love
Just the place you’ve been dreaming of

Just need a breath
Out in Nebraska

© 2001 Mark Brown