Letra da Música: Omaha - 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 gonna 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
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, if you don't wanna walk on water
'cos if you're only don't wanna walk all over me

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 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 gonna walk on water
You know you're only gonna 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

oh, so it's on the heart, Sunday Morning... I come home today