Teksty: Melissa Etheridge. Indiana.

She came to this world on a cold night
Papa turned his head and said
I don't believe she's mine
Single momma raised her in a place where
You can look but never touch
Cause we don't have enough
Don't let your hopes get high
Cause girls like you can't fly

Oh the long nighs in the small room
With the big dreams
Oh Indiana
You're only dying here
And they don't understand you
It's a tough road but you start slow
And before you know it
You're not alone
Looking for a place called home anywhere
Oh Indiana

She tended bar in New York City
People turned their heads and said
Baby you sure look fine
They put her on TV and then they told her
You're gonna be a star
You can go so far
Let your hopes get high
Cause girls like you can fly

In the long nighs in the small room
With the big dreams
Oh Indiana
You're only dying here
And they don't understand you
It's a tough road but you start slow
And before you know it
You're not alone
Looking for a place called home anywhere
Oh Indiana

Those big dreams are flying machines
And they'll take you
Wherever you want to go
Sometimes you find that what's real is inside
You don't have to go away
To find your way home
Oh Indiana

She turned around and sshe topped running
She saw that fame was never an answer to her prayers
She found that answer in her children
When she takes them to a place
Where they can have so much
She lets their hopes get high
Cause anyone, anyone can fly

In the long nighs in the small room
With the big dreams
Oh Indiana
You're only dying here
And they don't understand you
It's a tough road but you start slow
And before you know it
You're not alone
Looking for a place called home anywhere
Oh Indiana

Oh she's going back
Oh oh oh