I am of Indiana
The crossroads of America
When I was still a small kid
We took trips to Michigan

I sat in the back seat
With my sister and we looked
Out the window glass
Fields passed by and we'd ask

How long till we get home (x4)

And now its time for me to get goin
Chase my fate move out on my own
But as I pack my bags
Still one question nags

How long till we get home (x8)
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