Now there's three-hundred-fifty miles between the beds we're layin' in

I wonder if you're laying in yours thinking of me too

'Cause I've heard it said that Lincoln's like the Tulsa of Nebraska

But I say there ain't no one in this town who's quite like you

Three more days until I'm home and I'll be waking up beside you

Telling you about all the things I saw while I was away

Well, time, it don't pass quick when there ain't nothing here to fill it

But the only way I fill the time is thinking of your face

Well, the nights here sure get cold and I miss having you around me

I miss the way you'd hold me when the rain starts coming down

I know it ain't easy, babe, but I'm sure glad you found me

Underneath the dark cloud drying out in Roger's County

Well, I dreamt of you last evening, we were grinning in the starlight

You were holding on to me so tight I thought I'd lose my arm

But I woke up in Kansas City feeling like I lost a bar fight

By the morning, I'll be alright long as I'm back where you are

Well, the nights here sure get cold and I miss having you around me

I miss the way you'd hold me when the rain starts coming down

I know it ain't easy, babe, but I'm sure glad you found me

Underneath the dark cloud drying out in Roger's County