I was born in Omaha nIn my mother's tired arms nAfter all our fight was gone nI bet it felt good just to lie there nDrinking in the warm lights nAnd breathing through the tubes nAs our lovers filled the room with conversation nI was named to bear you like nA float in a parade nMy piano fingers tugging at the chord nAnd so much extra skin nThat I still can't fill it in nWonder whose it could have been n'Cause it don't fit me comfortably nAnd the nurses stopping in nTo see that you are fine nTo open up the blinds nAnd shower you with sunshine nI was born in Omaha nTo steal her skeptic heart nMy piano fingers tugging at the chord n'Cause life in a bubble can be nThe sweetest thing sometimes nWith the world just passing by nOutside your window nDream over