Indiana

I am not a poet. I can’t write with beautiful words that reflect the soul. And I don’t totally understand R. Tagore or anyone as great as him. But once in a while, i will be touched with a great and simple writing. I found one in a simpe song named “Indiana” yesterday. I touch my heart deeply partly because i lived in “Indiana” for six very important years of my life. But mainly, for a person to write lyrics like this, Indiana meant more to him than me. Yet, I am touched, deeply.

Indiana by Jon McLaughlin

i’m glad i never lived next to the water,
so i could never get used to the beach,
and i’m glad i never grew up on a mountain,
to figure out how high the world could reach

i love the miles between me and the city,
where i quietly imagine every street,
and i’m glad i’m only picturing the moment,
i’m glad she never fell in love with me

for some the world’s a treasure to discover,
and your scenery should never stay the same,
but they’re trading in their dreams for explanations,
all in an attempt to entertain but

i love the miles between me and the city,
where i quietly imagine every street,
and i’m glad i’m only picturing the moment,
i’m glad she never fell in love with me

the trick of love’s to never let it find you,
it’s easy to get over missing out,
i know the how’s and when’s,
but now and then she’s all i think about

i wonder how it feels to be famous,
but wonder is as far as i will go,
’cause ill probably lose myself in all the pictures,
and end up being someone i dont know,

so it’s probably best i stay in Indiana,
just dreamin’ of the world as it should be,
where every day is a battle to convince myself,
i’m glad she never fell in love with me