The world got cold sun got old
And the trees all died away
People left they all went west
Where tides brought warmer days
For some odd fact we both came back
There was no one else around
Empty space frozen waste
We looked for our old house
Oh, Omaha
Oh, Omaha
We found our street beneath dead trees
The house buried in ice
Beds were made flaking paint
Everything felt right
We went outside to no sunlight
Put on our warm clothes
We took a tour through fancy stores
That everybody knows
Oh, Omaha
Oh, Omaha
We broke the law empty bars
For who was left to judge
We stayed up late, made our way
Through old abandoned stuff
Soon enough the world warmed up
Folks came flooding home
Every night we stop and sigh
Think of days alone
Oh, Omaha
Oh, Omaha
