Omaha (Live)-Counting Crows

Start tearin' the old man down Run past the heather and down to the old road Start turnin' the grain into the ground Roll a new leaf over In the middle of the night There's an old man shreddin' around in the gatherin' rain Hey mister, if you're gonna walk on water Oh, could you drop a line my way? Omaha, somewhere in middle America If you're 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 threadin' a needle Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room Start turnin' the wool across the wire Roll a new life over In the middle of the night There's an old man threadin' 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 Omaha, somewhere in middle America If you're 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 runnin' the banner down Drop past the color, come up through the summer rain Start turnin' the girl into the ground Roll a new love over In the middle of the day There's a young man rollin' 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 If you're 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 If you're 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