Into the blue river hills 
The red sun runners go 
And the long sand changes 
And to-day is a goner 
And to-day is not worth haggling over. 

Here in Omaha 
The gloaming is bitter 
As in Chicago 
Or Kenosha. 

The long sand changes. 
To-day is a goner. 
Time knocks in another brass nail. 
Another yellow plunger shoots the dark. 

Constellations 
Wheeling over Omaha 
As in Chicago 
Or Kenosha. 

The long sand is gone 
and all the talk is stars. 
They circle in a dome over Nebraska.