Counting Crows Lyrics
"Omaha"

Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man treading around
In the gathered rain
Hey, Mister, if you're going to walk on water
Oh, could you drop a line my way?

Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Oh, yeah...

Start threading a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire
Roll a new life over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man threading his toes
Through a bucket of rain
Hey, Mister, you don't wanna walk on water
'Cause you're only going to walk all over me

Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of the matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Start running the banner down
Drop past the color come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground
Roll a new love over
In the middle of the day, there's a young man rolling around
In the earth and rain
Hey, Mister, if you're going to walk on water
You know you're only going to walk all over me.

Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Omaha
Oh, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
Oh, it's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Oh...
I said Omaha
It's Sunday morning
I'm comin' home today