Omaha

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 want to walk on water

Would 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'd better turn your ticket in

And leave your money right at the door

Start threading the needle

Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room

Start turning the wool across the wire

Roll the new life over

In the middle of the night there's an old man

Threading his toes through a bucket of rain

Hey mister if you want to walk on water

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'd better turn your ticket in

And leave your money right at the door

Start running the banner down