Iowa

People say happiness is not a destination, but they have never been where we are now.
People say it'll get even better, but I honestly don't really know how.

Cuz these people don't feel the way you hold me when we're lying in the dark.
They can't possibly see the mark you have placed upon my heart.
Even the darkness of your empty spot in my king-sized bed,
Is out-shown by the light of hope for what's ahead.

So, baby, hurry back to Iowa where our story will play out,
Baby, I'll meet you back in Iowa where my lips await the touch of your mouth.
We'll dance along the river, laughing back at that ole clock tower.
Cuz we have forever, baby, it don't matter what's the hour.

Others roll their eyes as they watch us across the room,
They'll tag along our side just to feel the high from our fumes.
But the happiness inside me can't be explained or even known,
It's like seeing a thousand windmills, but never feeling the air they've blown.

So, baby hurry back to Iowa where our story will play out,
Baby, I'll meet you back in Iowa where my lips await the touch of your mouth.
We'll dance along the river, laughing back at that ole clock tower.
Cuz we have forever, baby, it don't matter what's the hour.

We'll make it past the rocky edges, we'll never stop, we'll never yield.
With time, we'll grow even taller than those golden stalks down in the field.
Our love will span across the seasons, winter through the fall,
Soon I'll hear your voice whisper my name and I won't even have to call.

Cuz, baby, you're moving here to Iowa where our story will play out,
Baby, you're moving here to Iowa where every day my lips will kiss your mouth.
We'll dance along the river, laughing back at that ole clock tower,
Because our forever, baby, starts at this very hour.

People say happiness is not a destination, but I guess they've never been to Iowa.