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 
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 [bad word] 
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