I love the miles between me and the city
I know the 'Hows' and 'Whens'
Im glad she never fell in love with me
And end up being someone I dont know
The trick of love is to never let it find you
Just dreaming of the world as it should be
And Im glad Im only picturing the moment
And theyre trading in their dreams for explanations
But now and then shes all I think about
Where every day is a battle to convince myself
So its probably best I stay in Indiana
Im glad she never fell in love with me
To figure out how high the world could reach
But I love the miles between me and the city
'Cause Id probably lose myself in all the pictures
But wonder is as far as I will go
Where I quietly imagine every street
And Im glad I never grew up on a mountain
And Im glad Im only picturing the moment
All in an attempt to entertain
I wonder how it feels to be famous
Where I quietly imagine every street
Its easy to get over missing out
And your scenery should never stay the same
For some the worlds a treasure to discover