Fistful of Words

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NEBRASKA    Lyrics by Joe Beebe    Music by Joe Beebe

Gray suburban skies

and those harmless small white lies

have taken away all my pride

so step aside

 

so I can clench my fists with all my might

in the cold Nebraska night

 

thinking with my heart

till the rest just falls apart

the truth should be told you're too young

or I'm too old

 

I hope that soon I'm going to see the light

in the cold Nebraska night

 

I'm looking up to the sky

and dreaming of you and I

 

I guess we had some fun

as we stared into the sun

but now I can see right thru you

right thru me

 

I guess that that's what they call second sight

in the cold Nebraska night