Omaha

You were pale, white like a ghost
the news it hit you like a train
later exposed all as a joke, your wasted tears all in vein
From Omaha we drove north all night
From Omaha the storm it just kept coming and we just kept on gunning it for home
Well I thought maybe we’re dead
because this sure feels like hell
The fog had cut our sight as the headlights cut the night
further into disbelief we fell,
From Omaha we drove north all night
From Omaha the storm it just kept coming and we just kept on gunning it for home
The road it seemed to disappear right before our very eyes,
it soon became quite clear that the storm would keep on coming, yes the storm
would keep on coming.
From Omaha with no end in sight
From Omaha we drove north all night
From Omaha the storm it just kept coming, the storm it just kept on coming.