From the recording Slow, the Summer Burned

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Daylight racing across the ceiling
And the down the kitchen floor
Sunset shone across them dark eyes
Through a crack in the door

She rolled over and talked about her
Plans to go back to Omaha
She could work there and could take care
Of her brother and her pa

Oh, my life for the highway
And a working radio
Oh, my life for them brown eyes
They're all I'll ever know, Yeah, they're all I'll ever know

The dying ember was last December
As I rolled into town
Snow came down like silver coffins
Waiting to take some stranger under ground

The wind blew cold there in Nebraska
Like it never blew before
But the numbers that she gave me
Were not on any door