Counting Crows | Lyrics | 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 gatherin' 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, oh yeah

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 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

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 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 more
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"