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Omaha
- wykonawca: Counting Crows
- album: August And Everything After
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 the needle
Brush past the shuttle and 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
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 going to walk on water, you know you're only going 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 of 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
Sweet Omaha, Sunday morning, I'm coming home today
- album: August And Everything After
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 the needle
Brush past the shuttle and 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
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 going to walk on water, you know you're only going 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 of 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
Sweet Omaha, Sunday morning, I'm coming home today