Indiana beckons me to come home
And she whispers so sweet and so low
And I know that not all roads lead to you
But some do
So I'll make my way to you
Indiana, don't worry about me
Or concern yourself with places that I've seen
Cause my heart is landlocked to you
So my love
I'll make my way to you
Indiana
I'll be comin' home to you
I'll be comin' home to you