Two A.M. in Nebraska

The fields are black, The sky is white. Nothing but the dash light by my side. Two AM and the world's asleep. But this old road, it's mine to Keep. Two AM in Nebraska. Nothing here but you and me. The static hums a lullaby. Somewhere I don't want to Be. A water tower, A rusted sign. A truck stop coffee cold as wine. I count the mile markers one by one. Waiting on a rising sun. Two AM in Nebraska. Nothing here but you and me. The static hums a lullaby. Somewhere I don't want To be.