Nebraska
Album: Nebraska
By: Breba
By: Breba
Duration
4:20
Genres
Description
Breba's first single, produced by Tom Hornig, with Jennifer Quiroz. "There are infinite paths forward, but no second chances, and only dreams of where you might have gone."
Lyrics
You know I've never seen Nebraska bloom In the early morning Just the crystal, limpid morning light of June On the wheatfields blowin' Yes I've never seen Nebraska bloom Like that late November day I turned that old truck west into the wind So I left it all behind, I left my kid And that's my story To sing them Califida girls my midwest blues Hey that's my glory Ask me, I see a green-eyed indian boy Grandpa had some land, grew gladiolas They were music to the eyes And when the demons come They take a little piece of you away And when the demons come, oh boy They take a little part of you away And then they move on Yeah, oh yeah. No I've never seen Nebraska bloom I'm sure it's lovely I used to dream I'd take a long drive someday soon Upon the prairie I'd wake up on a picnic table By a quiet highway twenty years ago With nothing left to do But pick up this guitar and play a tune I guess I'll never see Nebraska bloom No I guess I'll never see Nebraska bloom No