Every day you get ground down.

It’s just the daily grind.

Ending up a dollar short,

another day behind.

She gets the house. She gets it all.

Papers all been signed.

I’m coming into Omaha,

Helena on my mind.

 

I don’t know what she’s looking for,

what she hopes to find.

She could have done it different.

It don’t cost much to be kind.

Storm clouds roiling up ahead,

U-Haul hitched behind.

I’m coming into Omaha,

Helena on my mind.

 

I don’t feel like I got much freedom

since she set me free.

I guess it is what it is.

It’s gonna be what it’s gonna be.

 

She got that hunger in her eyes.

What’s she hungry for?

Some man to love her different?

No man could love her more.

I feel just like a newborn colt,

all rickety and blind.

I’m coming into Omaha,

Helena on my mind.

 

© 2017 Echotongue Music

Omaha

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