Omaha Songtext
von Counting Crows

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 wanna walk on water
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′d better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Start threading the needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire
Roll the 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 gonna 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′d 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 gonna walk on water
You know, you're only gonna 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'd 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
It's the heart that matters more
I think you′d better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

Oh, sweet Omaha
Sunday morning, I′m coming home today