bound by artificial lines
No one seeks its borders,
they present themselves in time
As the creep that one must jump through
Ill -equipped and wanting
Just a thermos on the floor
And a half pack of cigarettes
Is food for thought and soul
To a motel east to north black,
For the beaten and the weary,
she expresses she's in need
To the desk clerk at the counter,
indifferent to the pain he sees
He says, I pulled off the road
She says, I gotta make it through Nebraska,
Take it through Nebraska, hey, hey
She says, I gotta make it through Nebraska,
Take it through Nebraska, hey, hey
Before I fall victim to the road
A hundred -counting family
Incognizant of her disdain
as the fair lane passes by
right past the state patrol
she realizes she ain't in control
So she pulls up to the shoulder
and the trigger moves up slow
He says, hey, where you going, missy?
So she calls upon the architect,
She says if all the world's a stage,
tell me which part is mine
But he gives her no acknowledgement,
She kicks it down to 80 now,
She says I gotta make it through Nebraska,
Take it through Nebraska, hey, hey
Yeah, take it through Nebraska
Hey, hey, get out of Nebraska
Before I fall victim to the road
She says, I gotta make it through Nebraska,
yeah, take it through Nebraska, hey, hey.
before my heart explodes.
She says, I gotta make it through Nebraska, yeah,
take it through Nebraska, hey, hey.
before I fall victim to the road
A mile east of Bridgeport
and her engine's run ning red
With no cash in her pocket
she might as well have been left for dead
Like an apple in the autumn
that's fallen from its tree
She's riding in Nebraska,
That they'll make it through Nebraska,
Take it through Nebraska, hey, hey
before your heart explodes
She says you gotta make it
Yeah, take it through Nebraska
Hey, hey, get out of Nebraska
Before you fall victim to the road you