Letra da Música: Eight Hours From Omaha - Names Without Numbers

these midwest fields role on forever
framed by circles traced in foggy glass
this scene becomes far too familiar
i don't know how much longer this can last

in time we'll find
there's more to life beyond the weekend
it's part-time dreams now or nothing
and nothing is free

it seems time's been stealing all of my dreams
i'm victimized within my narrowed mind
perhaps i've missed the grandest view
while i've been so focused on the boundry lines