Lyrics Counting Crows – 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 to walk on water
Oh, could you drop a line my way

Chorus:
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 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 wanna walk on water
‘Cause you’re only going to walk all over me

Chorus

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

Chorus 2x

Say, Omaha on a Sunday morning
I’m coming home today