Omaha Lyrics - August And Everything After - 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