Counting Crows - omaha текст песни

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

Could you drop a line my way?

(chorus)

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

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

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

(chorus)