I was born in Omaha

In my mother's tired arms

After all our fight was gone

I bet it felt good just to lie there

Drinking in the warm lights

And breathing through the tubes

As our lovers filled the room with conversation

I was named to bear you like

A float in a parade

My piano fingers tugging at the chord

And so much extra skin

That I still can't fill it in

Wonder whose it could have been

'Cause it don't fit me comfortably

And the nurses stopping in

To see that you are fine

To open up the blinds

And shower you with sunshine

I was born in Omaha

To steal her skeptic heart

My piano fingers tugging at the chord

'Cause life in a bubble can be

The sweetest thing sometimes

With the world just passing by

Outside your window

Dream over