And this is a song I wrote about just about home,
you know?
And part of me is in Indiana,
part of me is in Nashville,
and part of me is in California.
So I wrote this song.
Good night, Wabash.
Good night, Cardinal.
Good night, Limestone.
Good night.
Steel refineries,
yellow poplar memories,
cornfield and small gems with hardwood floors.
The hardest part is always moving on,
but I know my heart will always find its way back
home.
Good night, Indiana.
But it's never goodbye alone.
Good night, angels.
The 405 of broken dreams.
Waitresses turn into movie stars at night.
Good night, orange trees.
All the pier and Santa Monica memories.
The surfer boy lays his board down on the shore.
The hardest part is always moving on,
but I know my heart will always find its way back home.
Good night, California.
But it's never goodbye alone.
No, it's never goodbye alone.
Good night,
Indiana.
Good night, California.
Good night, mechanics,
hairdressers,
and Sunday school teachers.
I'll keep tonight in my mind.
God willing, I'll be back here sometime.
In two weeks.
Good night, Indiana.
Good night, California.
Good night, Anderson, Nevada.
But it's never goodbye alone.
No, it's never goodbye.
Oh, good night, Indiana.
Good night, California.
Aaron Benward, y'all.
All right, man.