I was on my way back home
When I saw that you had called me
Rumble strips a'thunderin'
When I checked my phone
I never thought it'd end like this
Though I kind of always knew it would
Now I'm on the hill or under it
Whatever helps you sleep at night
Don't you cry
I'll see you soon
Who's that you're leaning on
All of this time
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine
Now I'm goin'
Where there air's so close anymore
Back home again in Indiana
I'm due out this morn
Open highway don't remind me
What I'm goin' for
Back home again in Indiana
I'm gonna see my dad and mom
Oh, the moonlight on the Wabash
Oh, the sunlight in my eye
Now I'm goin'
Where nobody knows my name anymore
Back home again in Indiana
Is like shipping off to war
Back home again in Indiana
Is like shipping off to war
Home again
Indiana
Just in time
To hear cicadas
Devil rhythm beating rust across the fields
Breathing music from a wound that never heals
I've got a name
I don't remember
An old flame's
Reduced to embers
I don't love no one and nobody loves me
When I was young I always dreamed of being free
Now here we are
So, tell me who's that you're leaning on
All of this time
It coulda been mine that you're leaning on
All of this time
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine
It coulda been mine