Sunday night I saw it    Like a cornfield borealis   Driving I-80 East from your front seat   Well, kid, your heart is like a hurricane   You're storming through my port again   And I can only take my shelter where I see it      So hello Omaha      I got your 2 a.m.-central call   I was giddy as a 5-year-old   You said that that was normal and in fact so were you   And the glory was still lingering   The next day when you stumbled in   Transcendent, half an hour late, to my bedroom      So you keep one hand on the cradle   And I'll keep one foot in the grave   And one day we'll be just devoured by   All that stuff we tried so hard to save      For a few days there, I think I would have   Lived forever in my hotel room   Head boarded in and the world locked out, except for you   But I don't believe in summer flings   I don't believe in anything   So much as I believe in the things I swore weren't true