Endless fields of grass upon us I've been sleeping on a bus but I don't care I just want open air I can feel the rain coming Storm clouds up above but I don't care I'm never really scared The funny thing about the sunset It's the same In Indy Skies in flames In Indy I've been running through the summer As we near the end Homesickness settles in I miss the Franklins But I've made so much progress And if I'm being honest I don't wanna go Don't wanna go home The funny thing about the sunset It's the same In Indy Skies in flames In Indy