Songs For The Broken

Song 7- I'm On My Way To Indiana

I'm on my way to Indiana

I drove my car to your house last night.

You said, "I'm glad you're here,

But I've been thinking.

I think it's best if we just go our separate ways."

I left before you could see me cry;

I'm on my way to Indiana all alone.

Car radios are great until they are turned off.

They break awkward silences in long journeys;

This long journey will be a drag without you.

I'm still on my way to Indiana all alone.

I see rows of nothing and all I hear is silence.

Why did I have to leave without you?

I'm crying out your name but you don't hear a sound.

I wish you were here now because...

Car radios are great until they are turned off.

They break awkward silences in long journeys;

This long journey will be a drag without you.

I know you don't care but I'll still miss you.

On this long journey.