I am headed to Nebraska in a dark brown El Camino
My father left to me when he let out for Reno
For another pack of smokes that never seemed to find its way home
My mother took it hard, I's took young to understand
My uncle did his best to lend a helping hand
But some things you can't overcome
Some things they just grind you into dust
I called you up my brother on a Sunday afternoon
Hoping you would answer but I know you never do
Cause ghosts don't answer telephones and they don't accept collect calls
I didn't say goodbye, Delilah didn't get a letter
Didn't wanna make her cry, she knows I know better
People fade into your life and then one day they fade back out
Once I read a book when I was just the age fourteen
'Bout a wealthy Spanish man who lived inside his dreams
At the time it seemed so foolish, but nothing now seems foolish to me
So I'm headed to Nebraska in a dark brown El Camino
With a half a tank of gas, a crack in the windshield
I am headed for the sun, headed of the edge of the world
