Текст песни Counting Crows - Omaha
Counting Crows - Omaha слова песни
Start tearing the old man downRun past the heather and down to the old roadStart turning the grain into the groundRoll a new leaf overIn the middle of the night,there`s an old man treading around in the gathered rainWell mister, if you`re going to walk on waterCould you drop a line my way?(chorus)OmahaSomewhere in middle AmericaGet right to the heart of mattersIt`s the heart that matters moreI think you better turn your ticket inAnd get your money back at the doorStart threading a needleBrush past the shuttle that slides through the cold roomStart turning the wool across the wireRoll a new life overIn the middle of the night,there`s an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rainHey mister, you don`t want to walk on waterYou`re only going to walk all over me(chorus)Start running the banner downDrop past the colorCome up through the summer rainStart turning the girl into the groundRoll a new love overIn the middle of the day,there`s a young man rolling around in the earth and rainHey Mister, if you`re going to walk on waterYou know you`re only going to walk all over me(chorus)