Oh little bird, how you sing
About the cold that gave to spring
She found a map in a wooden drawer
And laid it out on the floor
She said do I want more
80 miles of Omaha are all that I have seen
Since the day I was born oh lord, nothin there for me
No need to yell a fare thee well to my darlin and me
Til i'm livin fine on a mountain high
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Among the grain
And open sky
Holding hands making plans in the rye
They had a dream
Of fitting in
But she's too plain and he's too thin
Said we could ride the wind
80 miles of Omaha are all that I have seen
Since the day I was born oh lord, nothin there for me
No need to yell a fare thee well to my darlin and me
Til i'm livin fine on a mountain high
Gotta get away, gotta get away
Summer air lay on the plains
All the roads lay out like veins
The engine whirs, now their gone
Been here 18 years too long
Time for movin on
80 miles of Omaha are all that I have seen
Since the day I was born oh lord, nothin there for me
No need to yell a fare thee well to my darlin and me
Til i'm livin fine on a mountain high
Gotta get away, gotta get away
