The Middle
Take a drive down 66
Radio up and we can kick it
I'm thinking it's about time that we found our happiness
Over the Missouri line it's waiting in
The middle of the country where the fields of gold lead me back home
My precious moments etched into the canvases of limestone
And the midwest rolls
Through the sweltering heat and snow
And life is moving slow in the middle
Go outside and find a cardinal and let him sing his song to me
I'll be humming right along to an introspective beat
And it's about time that we finally get some rest
The wilder glades and limestone caves are waiting in
The middle of the country where the fields of gold lead me back home
My precious moments etched into the canvases of limestone
And the midwest rolls
Through the sweltering heat and snow
And life is moving slow in
Home is where the great outdoors are my backyard
There's room to run
It's sitting around the fire telling stories
Oh my God you look so lovely the grass below and the stars above
I swear that I would go back if I could
The middle of the country where the fields of gold lead me back home
(lead me home)
My precious moments etched into the canvases of limestone
(where I'm from)
And the midwest rolls
Through the sweltering heat and snow (lead me home)
And life is moving slow in the middle
Radio up and we can kick it
I'm thinking it's about time that we found our happiness
Over the Missouri line it's waiting in
The middle of the country where the fields of gold lead me back home
My precious moments etched into the canvases of limestone
And the midwest rolls
Through the sweltering heat and snow
And life is moving slow in the middle
Go outside and find a cardinal and let him sing his song to me
I'll be humming right along to an introspective beat
And it's about time that we finally get some rest
The wilder glades and limestone caves are waiting in
The middle of the country where the fields of gold lead me back home
My precious moments etched into the canvases of limestone
And the midwest rolls
Through the sweltering heat and snow
And life is moving slow in
Home is where the great outdoors are my backyard
There's room to run
It's sitting around the fire telling stories
Oh my God you look so lovely the grass below and the stars above
I swear that I would go back if I could
The middle of the country where the fields of gold lead me back home
(lead me home)
My precious moments etched into the canvases of limestone
(where I'm from)
And the midwest rolls
Through the sweltering heat and snow (lead me home)
And life is moving slow in the middle
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Writer(s): Riley Hirshey
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