Omaha

Written by：Adam Duritz/Charles Gillingham/David Bryson/Steve Bowman/Matthew Malley

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

Well 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

Start threading a needle

Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room

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 if you gonna walk on water

No you gonna walk all over me

Omaha somewhere in middle America

Get right to the heart of matters

It's the heart that matters more

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

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

You don't gonna to walk on water

You know you're 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

It's the heart that matters more

And get your money back at the door

Oh said omaha sunday morning

I'm coming home today