Omaha (demo) 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
Well 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

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 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