A couple guys in first class on a flight
From new York to Los Angeles,
Kinda making small talk killing time,
Flirting with the flight attendants.
30, 000 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
Connecting little towns with unknown names.
Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere,
They've never drove through Indiana,
Met the men who plowed that earth,
Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me.
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas,
They'd understand why god made those fly over states.
I bet that mile long
Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all,
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel
On a 3-day haul,
Road and rails under their feet,
Yeah, that sounds like a first class seat.
On the plains of Oklahoma
Where the windshield sunset in your eyes,
Like a watercolor painted sky,
Where like a watercolor painted sky
You'd think heavens doors have opened,
You'll understand why god made
Those fly over states.
Take a ride across the badlands,
Feel that freedom on your face,
Breathe in all that open space,
Meet a girl from Amarillo.
You'll understand why god made,
Why you'd want to plant your stakes
In those fly over states.
Have you ever been through Indiana,
On the plains of Oklahoma?..
Take a ride!