Omaha - Counting Crows

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 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.

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 to walk all over me.

Omaha, somewhere in middle America.
Get 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 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 to walk on water
You know you're only gonna to 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, 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.