Back To Indiana

There ain’t no way to tell a man why a river flows
Or how a diamond can be born out of busted coal
There ain’t a word that I can find to describe her touch
I can’t deny that I would follow her through flame and flood
I got a ticket on a bus leavin' New Orleans
I’ll say a prayer that every single light turns green
I’ll buy a cheap bouquet at the flower shop
And hope she waits for me at the final stop, oh, she will
I’m going back to Indiana now
To see my baby in her evening gown
And even if the world is burning down
I’m going back to Indiana now
I’ve played guitar each night for the finest kinda
I’ve left a whole lotta chance on the road behind
I don’t believe in fate I call it destiny
And if I’m lucky yet, she’ll keep a place for me, oh, she will
I’m going back to Indiana now
To see my baby in her evening gown
And even if the world is burning down
I’m going back to Indiana now
I’ve got a photo of her standing near an orange tree
I keep it hidden in my pocket with a rosary
I told the driver of the bus that he had a deal
And by the morning I’ll be with her in the golden fields
I’m going back to Indiana now
To see my baby in her evening gown
And even if the world is burning down
I’m going back to Indiana now