The Crossroads of America

When I was still a small kid

We took trips to Michigan



I sat in the back seat

With my sister and we looked

Out the window glass

Fields passed by and we'd ask



How long till we get home (x4)



And now its time for me to get goin

Chase my fate move out on my own

But as I pack my bags

Still one question nags



How long till we get home (x8)

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