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)  Home...