I Was Born In Omaha

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