[Verse 1] Under the lights where the play clock bleeds Eighty thousand voices on their feet He points, he barks, the defense bends The snap is just a formality by then Not a gamble, not a throw and pray Just ten thousand hours meeting game day [Pre-Chorus] And the whole world held its breath Waiting on a war cry from eighteen's chest [Chorus] OMAHA! One more time Change the play and make it mine OMAHA! Read the signs Fifty years of calling audibles on the line The audible — the audible [Verse 2] Film room kept the lights on late While the rest of us were leaving it to fate He saw the blitz before it came Saw tomorrow hiding in the game Every couch became a sideline seat Every Monday morning running his repeats [Pre-Chorus] And the living rooms all leaned in close Every household had a quarterback they chose [Chorus] OMAHA! One more time Change the play and make it mine OMAHA! Read the signs Fifty years of calling audibles on the line The audible — the audible [Bridge] The neck don't turn like it used to turn But the mind still reads what others won't discern Fifty years — each and every one Was just another audible, another game he won Against the clock, against the night Against the only opponent you can't fight [Final Chorus] OMAHA! One last drive Fifty candles, still alive OMAHA! Still at the line Still changing plays at the edge of time He changed the game before the snap [gang vocals] The audible — the audible — OMAHA! [Outro] [fading] Still calling plays... Omaha... Omaha...
