Omaha - Counting Crows

Omaha - Counting Crows (数乌鸦)
Written by：Adam Duritz/Charles Gillingham/David Bryson/Steve Bowman/Matthew Malley
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
Start threading a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
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 if you gonna walk on water
No you gonna walk all over me
Omaha somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
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
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
You don't gonna to walk on water
You know you're 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
It's the heart that matters more
And get your money back at the door
Oh said omaha sunday morning
I'm coming home today