Omaha Hotel

Well the flood took the town

The fire took the bank

No one has the money to recover what sank

Rusted out trucks

Big heaps of metal

I’m sure this place was greener when I was little

Straight from the airport to fire and fury

But I always love the part where we pray to Mary

I’m searching the back for the faces like mine

Now there’s one less face to find

Omaha hotel where I spent the night

I watched the bugs fly around in the parking lot light

Couldn’t catch a wink

Sleeping in my blue jeans

Tears in a church kinda kill my dreams

I stepped away for a minute, to get myself together

Watch them turning the soil

With the turning of the weather

And all at once there were no more chances

I wish we could of caught up under better circumstances

Well, I missed your babies, missed your wedding

With the wrinkles on our face

Nostalgia is setting in

Omaha hotel where I spent the night

I watched the bugs fly around in the parking lot light

Couldn’t catch a wink

Sleeping in my blue jeans

Tears in a church kinda kill my dreams

I stepped away for a minute, sat on the steps

I stepped away for a few years

I straightened my dress

If I said I regret leaving, I’d be lying

Just wanna live my life

And this place is dying

Dying

Omaha hotel where I spent the night

I watched the bugs fly around in the parking lot light

Couldn’t catch a wink

Sleeping in my blue jeans

Tears in a church kinda kill my dreams

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Well the flood took the town

The fire took the bank

And no one has the money to recover what sank