i'm glad i never lived next to the water,
so i could never get used to the beach,
and i'm glad i never grew up on a mountain,
to figure out how high the world could reach
i love the miles between me and the city,
where i quietly imagine every street,
and i'm glad i'm only picturing the moment,
i'm glad she never fell in love with me
for some the world's a treasure to discover,
and your scenery should never stay the same,
but they're trading in their dreams for explinations,
all in an attempt to entertain but
i love the miles between me and the city,
where i quietly imagine every street,
and i'm glad i'm only picturing the moment,
i'm glad she never fell in love with me
the trick of love's to never let it find you,
it's easy to get over missing out,
i know the how's and when's,
but now and then she's all i think about
i wonder how it feels to be famous,
but wonder is as far as i will go,
'cause ill probably lose myself in all the pictures,
and end up being someone i dont know,
so it's probably best i stay in Indiana,
just dreamin' of the world as it should be,
where every day is a battle to convince myself,
i'm glad she never fell in love with me
