Counting Crows - Omaha
текст песни

Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Star turning the grain to 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
Could you drop a line my way?

CHORUS
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 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
You're only going to walk all over me

CHORUS

Start running the banner down
Drop past the color
Comoe 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