| Song | All Over Ohio |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Meet Me At The Edge Of The World |
| Well the rain it has been falling | |
| Like it wants to drown us all | |
| And the trees are gently swaying | |
| Like they’re thinkin’ ‘bout the fall | |
| I still get shivers when I hear | |
| You singin’ down the hall | |
| I’m gonna kiss you all over Ohio | |
| And the starlings they were flying | |
| Earlier today | |
| Doing their maneuvers | |
| Clouds of feathers on display | |
| Makes me wanna kneel in prayer but | |
| I’ve forgotten what to say | |
| I’ll just name all the birds in Ohio | |
| Now the reason I am writing | |
| Is to tell you ‘bout the flood | |
| Ahh, the river is so beautiful | |
| But it leaves a load of mud | |
| All I have now are these dirty songs | |
| I guess they’re in my blood | |
| They make me wander so far from Ohio | |
| (Yeah) It’s a silly undertaking | |
| To fly halfway ‘round the earth | |
| With an imaginary womb of songs | |
| Intent on giving birth | |
| I gave all that I had to give | |
| I’m not sure what it’s worth | |
| Scatter the ashes right here in Ohio | |
| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds | |
| Bursting from a tree into the blue | |
| Love – let it be not just a feeling | |
| But the broken beauty | |
| Of what we choose to do | |
| And the halleujah chorus | |
| Used to make my Daddy cry | |
| I still wonder ‘bout the ruckus | |
| Angels make up there on high | |
| In the meanwhile there are measures | |
| We can take to get us by | |
| Lay me down next to you in Ohio | |
| But my expectations stand still | |
| Like beggars at the door | |
| I’m flat broke from the dues | |
| I’ve paid them all before | |
| Gonna let the Cuyahoga | |
| Wash me up on burning shores | |
| Shipwrecked with you in Ohio | |
| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds | |
| Bursting from a tree into the blue | |
| Love – let it be not just a feeling | |
| But the broken beauty | |
| Of what we choose to do | |
| I have seen the slow corruption | |
| Of the best ideas of Christ | |
| In the pulpits of our nation | |
| Gospel turned into white lies | |
| If you preach a subtle hatred - | |
| The bible as your alibi | |
| Goddam you right here in Ohio | |
| But my shameless hallucination: | |
| He’s still knockin’ at my door | |
| And I know how this one’s gonna end | |
| He’s gotten in before | |
| I’ve run as fast as I can run | |
| I’ve had to ask, What for? | |
| He haunts me all over Ohio | |
| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds | |
| Bursting from a tree into the blue | |
| Love – let it be not just a feeling | |
| But the broken beauty | |
| Of what we choose to do | |
| Well the rain it has been falling | |
| Like it wants to drown us all | |
| And the trees are gently swaying | |
| Like they’re thinkin’ ‘bout the fall | |
| I still get shivers when I hear | |
| You singin’ down the hall | |
| I’m gonna kiss you all over Ohio |
| Well the rain it has been falling | |
| Like it wants to drown us all | |
| And the trees are gently swaying | |
| Like they' re thinkin' ' bout the fall | |
| I still get shivers when I hear | |
| You singin' down the hall | |
| I' m gonna kiss you all over Ohio | |
| And the starlings they were flying | |
| Earlier today | |
| Doing their maneuvers | |
| Clouds of feathers on display | |
| Makes me wanna kneel in prayer but | |
| I' ve forgotten what to say | |
| I' ll just name all the birds in Ohio | |
| Now the reason I am writing | |
| Is to tell you ' bout the flood | |
| Ahh, the river is so beautiful | |
| But it leaves a load of mud | |
| All I have now are these dirty songs | |
| I guess they' re in my blood | |
| They make me wander so far from Ohio | |
| Yeah It' s a silly undertaking | |
| To fly halfway ' round the earth | |
| With an imaginary womb of songs | |
| Intent on giving birth | |
| I gave all that I had to give | |
| I' m not sure what it' s worth | |
| Scatter the ashes right here in Ohio | |
| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds | |
| Bursting from a tree into the blue | |
| Love let it be not just a feeling | |
| But the broken beauty | |
| Of what we choose to do | |
| And the halleujah chorus | |
| Used to make my Daddy cry | |
| I still wonder ' bout the ruckus | |
| Angels make up there on high | |
| In the meanwhile there are measures | |
| We can take to get us by | |
| Lay me down next to you in Ohio | |
| But my expectations stand still | |
| Like beggars at the door | |
| I' m flat broke from the dues | |
| I' ve paid them all before | |
| Gonna let the Cuyahoga | |
| Wash me up on burning shores | |
| Shipwrecked with you in Ohio | |
| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds | |
| Bursting from a tree into the blue | |
| Love let it be not just a feeling | |
| But the broken beauty | |
| Of what we choose to do | |
| I have seen the slow corruption | |
| Of the best ideas of Christ | |
| In the pulpits of our nation | |
| Gospel turned into white lies | |
| If you preach a subtle hatred | |
| The bible as your alibi | |
| Goddam you right here in Ohio | |
| But my shameless hallucination: | |
| He' s still knockin' at my door | |
| And I know how this one' s gonna end | |
| He' s gotten in before | |
| I' ve run as fast as I can run | |
| I' ve had to ask, What for? | |
| He haunts me all over Ohio | |
| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds | |
| Bursting from a tree into the blue | |
| Love let it be not just a feeling | |
| But the broken beauty | |
| Of what we choose to do | |
| Well the rain it has been falling | |
| Like it wants to drown us all | |
| And the trees are gently swaying | |
| Like they' re thinkin' ' bout the fall | |
| I still get shivers when I hear | |
| You singin' down the hall | |
| I' m gonna kiss you all over Ohio |