A couple guys in first class on a flight
From New York to Los Angeles

Kinda making small talk Killin' time
Flirtin' with the flight attendants

30,00 feet above, could be Oklahoma

Just a bunch of square cornfields & wheat farms, man it all looks the same

Miles & miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns with funny names

Who'd want to live down there, in the middle of nowhere

They've never drove through Indiana
Met the man plowed that earth, planted that seed, busted his for you and me

Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas

They'd understand why God made those fly over states

I bet that mile long Santa Fe Freight train engineers seen it all

Just like that flatbed cowboy making us steel a three day haul

Roads & Rails under their feet
Yeah that sounds like a first class seat

on the Plains of Oklahoma with a windshield sunset in your eyes like a water painted sky

You'll think, Heaven's door half opened
You'll understand why God made those fly over states

Take a ride across The Badlands, feel that freedom on your face, breathe in all that open space

Meet a girl from Amarillo, You'll understand why God made, might wanna plant you stakes, in those fly over states

Have you ever been to Indiana? On the plains of Oklahoma? Take a ride