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