I am born anew with my toes in the sand
Like I sprouted from a seed
That had been caught by the wind
And placed down in the earth
By my grandfather's hand
It stretched across the ocean
For the love of fellow man.
If you were dying in a war
That was not my war to fight
Would I come down from the mountain
And turn your darkness into light?
Or would I watch you on TV
Shaking my head from side to side,
Flipping around in the commercials
For something better to catch my eye?
Omaha, Omaha
Am I coming or am I going to Omaha?
Now the world is changing fast
Into the barcode-covered kind
Where the people move like insects,
Bumping heads and forming lines
Where everybody knows what's wrong
But can't agree on what is right
So the talking turns to yelling,
Then to silence, and then to night.
Omaha, Omaha
Am I coming or am I going to Omaha?
I am colder than I'm supposed to be
Cold as the wind that whips my face,
Yeah, the wind across the wheat
When the salt goes in my eyes
I am finally gonna see
You were not saving another world,
No, you were saving me.
Omaha, Omaha
Am I coming or am I going to Omaha?
Am I coming or am I going to Omaha?