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 gonna 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'd better turn your ticket in

And get your money back at the door

Oh oh yeah

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 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'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 life 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

Oh it's the heart that matters more

I think you'd better turn your ticket in

And get your money back at the door

Ohh ahh, said Omaha, Sunday morning

I'm coming home today