OMAHA

I don’t drink with my old friends anymore, I do my drinking alone
And I don’t have many old friends anyway, they’re all dead or drinking on their own
But when you stopped coming around, oh that cut me to the bone
I’m going back to Omaha to the Parlez-Vous Bar
I’m going back to Omaha 
Where you can buy the best dope in the world no matter who you are

I know habits die hard when they’re old, habits die hard when they’re new
I would never insult you at all comparing a habit to you
But when you stopped coming around, oh I knew I was through 
I’m going back to Omaha where we were born and almost raised 
I’m gonna die in Omaha
So you can come and see me when you’re old in my resting place

I never been very lucky in love, I thought that changed when I met you
I should have guessed I rolled snake eyes at best, still I kept all my bets on you
And then you stopped coming around, oh like I would just forget you
I’m going back to Omaha, maybe I’ll get clean  too
I’m going back to Omaha 
Cause that would be the only thing I got left to do

SPOILER—THIS SONG IS ABOUT: Getting old, getting hurt, getting clean and getting even

(c) Impermanent Music 2023 || David: guitar, vocals, keyboards || Jake Johnson: keyboards, backing vocals