Omaha

It's hard to remember Pittsburgh properly

It's hard to recall what I did in D.C.

No vivid remembrance of things in L.A.

The times and the places have all slipped away

In one too brief minute

My min saw it all

The time and the place

Twelve o'clock noon

Omaha, Omaha

It seems that I found everything that I wanted

All in Omaha

Everything's there my love and my laughter

It's all in Omaha

I'm going back to Omaha

My Omaha

I'm going back to Omaha

Oh, my Omaha

The rest of the world doesn't matter

When you find what you're after

Bells and candles, clocks that chime

Ribbons glass, light that shine

Colored paper, shiny beads

Everything that I need you gave to me in Omaha