Last night he had him in his
hands and kept him live until
he left him there with nothing
but the bottle and the bill
And though it was the happy hour
'cause the party again was
The neon lights were dying
as he tried to find his feet
he heared a news boy cryin' as he
stepped out on the street
Extra, Extra Mister! Read
bridges at a quarter after four
He watched a wired and weary
face reflected on the glass
he dropped another quarter down
and watched the pin ball flash
and far away the jukebox played
And Nebraska passed before his
eyes and melted in the dawn
