The Starlings: Music & Lyrics

Middle of Iowa, where I’m from
Little old Iowa, where I’m from
I know I gotta go back, but when or how
I’d gone by the back door
Wasn’t that what it was for, little runaway

Oh, how I miss those thunderclouds
The lightning bugs in summer and those wildflowers
Nights on the back porch in that long summer heat
But I’d gone by the back door
Wasn’t that what it was for, little runaway

I lay my pennies down on the railroad track tonight
That train came blowin’ through and it never came back
Down in Osceola town, where all souls lost and found
They just keep hangin’ ‘round to hear that train whistle blow
Oooooooooo, da da da….