Iowa

People change, families grow
There are hands I am holding
That I didn't know
Back when home was a place
And I thought that growing up was a phase

There are wrinkles on my hands
That weren't there
When I started making plans
And plans change

Iowa, I don't know how to leave you
Don't know how to tell you goodbye
Iowa, I am a field after harvest
Sowing under a new sky
Iowa

My soul is weathered but green
When a storm passes over the roots are unseen
Until all is laid bare
And the hope that I needed was already there

Iowa, I don't know how to leave you
Don't know how to tell you goodbye
Iowa, I am a field after harvest
Sowing under a new sky
Iowa

There are wrinkles on my hands
That weren't there
When I started making plans
And plans change
But you haven't changed

Iowa, I don't know how to leave you
Don't know how to tell you goodbye
Iowa, I am a field after harvest
Sowing under a new sky
Iowa