Counting Crows - Omaha Lyrics

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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.

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 want to walk on water

'cause you're only gonna to walk all over me.

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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 gonna to walk on water

You know you're only gonna 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 that 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 said Omaha.

Sunday mornin'...

I'm comin' home today.

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