As I look out on the sunrise on the Indiana skyline,
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and its rays are resting heavy on my face.
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I think about the days I spent
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Just wishing I was home again,
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Instead of always traveling place to place.
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I've been homesick
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because I've laid deep roots
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in Indiana soil where I spent up all my youth,
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and I've been waiting just to be back home again
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and feel the Indiana sun shine on my skin.
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As I look out on the sunset
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and I try hard not to forget,
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All the memories that I made while I was here.
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I think of all the friends I've made
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and all the people I should thank
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for lessons I have learned over the years.
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I've been homesick
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because I've laid deep roots
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in Indiana soil where I spent up all my youth,
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and I've been waiting just to be back home again
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and feel the Indiana sun shine on my skin.
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Home is where the heart's been waiting
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oh so patient, just to hear the sound
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of the back door open
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it's always open
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I've been hoping just to find my way back here again.
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Because I've been homesick
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because I've laid deep roots
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in Indiana soil where I spent up all my youth,
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and I've been waiting just to be back home again
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and feel the Indiana sun shine on my skin.
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And feel the Indiana sun shine on my skin.
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Indiana Sun
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| Chase Coy |
