Indiana
Jason Martin
Stay these days and you will find
All the hurting here will die
Be better when you're mine
And we'll stay the same
The basket and the blue of your eyes
The basket and the blue skies
And your eyes
I don't care about the boy
Throw up your head
Hit the road
I won't feel the wedding mourn
If you stay the same
A basket in the blue of your eyes
A basket in the bue skies
And your eyes