there ain t no way to tell a man why a river flows or how a diamond can be born out of busted coal there ain t a word that i can find to describe her touch i can t deny that i would follow her through flame and flood i got a ticket on a bus leavin new orleans i ll say a prayer that every single light turns green i ll buy a cheap bouquet at the flower shop and hope she waits for me at the final stop oh she will i m going back to indiana now to see my baby in her evening gown and even if the world is burning down i m going back to indiana now i ve played guitar each night for the finest kinda i ve left a whole lotta chance on the road behind i don t believe in fate i call it destiny and if i m lucky yet she ll keep a place for me oh she will i m going back to indiana now to see my baby in her evening gown and even if the world is burning down i m going back to indiana now i ve got a photo of her standing near an orange tree i keep it hidden in my pocket with a rosary i told the driver of the bus that he had a deal and by the morning i ll be with her in the golden fields i m going back to indiana now to see my baby in her evening gown and even if the world is burning down i m going back to indiana now