Three stars are falling
through the seams of bursting dreams,
across Nebraska
further than I’ve ever been before.
Two cars are piling-
through the day, a golden way
across Nebraska
riding through the belly of a storm
some days make better rain,
and a better rain will fall
Ride on, Nebraska.
Ride on, there are mountains past the plaines for you
Ride on, and the others, they will follow you
Ride on, Nebraska.
Ride on, sweet Nebraska,
Ride on, Ride on Ride on.
Four nights forgotten
seem to please those at ease
across Nebraska-
happy with their saddles on the floor
and five Knights are driving
through the clouds,
their faith abounds
across Nebraska
lightening flashing brightly from their swords.
some days make better rain,
and a better rain will fall
Ride on, Nebraska.
Ride on, there are mountains past the plaines for you
Ride on, and the others, they will follow you
Ride on, Nebraska.
Ride on, sweet Nebraska,
Ride on, Ride on Ride on."