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 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