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