Omaha - Josh Woodward

Midnight, we’re crashed out in a field in Missouri

Me and you in my '82 VW in hiding

Stretched out, my frizzy hair is everywhere in tangles

You smile, and ruffle up my bangs and say to hell with it

Let’s wipe the slate and release the weight

We’ve carried for so long

Cuz here we are beneath the stars

With no one else

Sleep tight, cuz from tonight they’re never going to find us

No chains, we’ll change our names and stake our claim in Omaha