I am waiting for this book to get good
I do not have your patience
So I'm drivin' up to Chicago
I'm getting weird looks at gas stations

I did not bring a winter coat
I do not have your foresight
A holistic practitioner told me once
It's why I will not live a long life

I am tryin' to remember where I gave up
If it was not in Iowa

Iowa, somewhere in the middle of-
The middle of the Great Plains I saw
A little girl wavin' her hand out of the window of a car
Saying goodbye to her ma
Iowa, where the tall grass prairie
Used to ripple like the ocean in the breeze
And the hummingbirds still suckled from the flowers in the trees
It'd bring you to your knees

I can imagine my whole life
Sweet and never-ending
In every house I float by
But they'd never let me blend in

I called a taxi in Des Moines
I met him at the corner
When I asked about his army coat
He said he would not tell a foreigner

Iowa, somewhere in the middle of-
The middle of the Great Plains I saw
A little girl wavin' her hand out of the window of a car
Saying goodbye to her ma
Iowa, where the tall grass prairie
Used to ripple like the ocean in the breeze
And the hummingbirds still suckled from the flowers in the trees
It'd bring you to your knees

I am waiting for this book to get good
And you won't meet me halfway
So I'm drivin' up to Chicago
I am sorry to keep you waitin'

Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah