The Gloria Record

I Was Born In Omaha

The Gloria Record


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