Omaha

We used to be in love and I didn't mind

Lying in your bed, wasting all my time

But you've made your mistakes, and I've made mine, too

There's an ever-growing list of things we shouldn't do

It just keeps growing on

The willow tree in my back lawn

Thought we might move to Omaha

To see the ideals in the street as we pass along

But you couldn't make the trek and neither could I

Don't let this be the place where we up and die

This Midwestern town