A couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Angeles
Kinda make it small talk, killin' time, flirtin' with the flight attendants
Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma
Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, man, it all looks the same
Miles and miles of back roads and highways connect to little towns with funny names
Who wanna live down there, in the middle of nowhere
They've never drove through Indiana
But the men who plowed that earth, planted that seed, busted his
You and me, we caught a harmless moon in Kansas
They'd understand why God made those flyover states
I bet that mile-long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy
Stackin' U.S. Steel over a three-day haul
Roads and rails under their feet
Yeah, that sounds like a first-class seat
On the wings of Oklahoma
Within the shield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolor painted sky, you think
Heaven's doors have opened
You'll understand why God made
Those flyover states
Take a ride across the Badlands
Feel that freedom on your face
Breathe in all that open space
Meet a girl from my memory land
You'll understand why God made
Not even one of the natural stakes
In those flyover states
Yeah!
Have you ever lived through Indiana?
We should, when you claim to see it











On the plains of Oklahoma
Take a ride
It's okay, we ain't done the show like that

Watch everybody
We're off on a nap
during the paper school night
Thank you.