All the days are numbered Are they slipping through my fingers? Am I singing melodies all meant for other singers? Occupying spaces that were clearly meant for others? Am I growing old in the arms of the wrong lover? Omaha nights gonna make it alright Omaha gonna set me free Empty words I'm speaking What empty thoughts I'm thinking Needless green beneath my feet Between Des Moines and Lincoln Some folks look for saviors Some for missing pieces Some for earthly ecstasy Some they look for Jesus Omaha nights gonna make it alright Omaha gonna set me free Will we find what we want Along this finite journey Is it here that sense appears Or are we merely learning That money leads to power And power to corruption The only way to heaven mama Is the power of devotion Omaha nights gonna make it alright Omaha gonna set me free