Indiana

<br>I remember the first time<br>I drove through Indiana<br>Watching fences in the distance<br>Fade away<br>Once there was a girl I knew there<br>And she was pretty<br>We kept in touch until we just<br>Went our own ways<br>I remember the first time I drove<br>Through Indiana<br>Waving goodbye to the towns<br>That we drove through<br>Far away I know they`re deep<br>Inside a city<br>Running back and forth wanting<br>Only to get home<br>Once I was there in a dream<br>Meeting people<br>WIthout names and without<br>Faces they lived<br>I rmember the first time I drove<br>Through Indiana<br>Watching semis hauling grain<br>To the west<br>They`re gonna make it all the<br>Way to Colorado<br>Where the mountains touch<br>The sky and rivers bend<br>I remember the first time I drove<br>Through Indiana<br>Thinking to myself how big<br>This land really is<br>AMber waves of grain, from a highway<br>Who lives in that house so far away?<br>I remember the first time I drove<br>Though Indiana<br>Watching fences in the distance<br>Fade away<br>I remember the first time I drove<br>Though Indiana<br>I remember the first time I drove<br>Though Indiana