The moonlight shines on a sycamore And now they are calling to me In the city its snowing The sidewalks blowing
But there's somewhere I'd rather be Thousands of people all walking by But Somehow I'm still alone I'm gonna spend winter my way Again on the highway I'm ready to find a way home
Indiana, thats where I'm going This time of year you know how I feel Indiana, thats where I'm going Where Christmas will always be real
We'll build up the fire tell a story or two With good friends we always invite The old and the young come together as one And we sing into the night
Indiana, thats where I'm going This time of year you know how I feel Indiana, thats where I'm going Where Christmas will always be real
And I remember those who are gone Looking down on my home from above Deep in December its where I belong Sharing the days with the ones who I love
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