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