My sweet girl in Indiana

My sweet girl's in Indiana, Where the cornfields meet the sky. I'm on a California freeway, Watching the same moon go by. You send a voice note in the morning, I'm still in yesterday, it's true. This three-hour time zone difference, Is just a world without you. Christina, my sweet girl, my baby, You call me your Bear when the nights get long. And I'm holding on to that, Like the words to a soft, familiar song. And every mile between us hums your name, A quiet, steady, constant flame. You tell me 'bout the changing seasons, A sweater-weather, crimson thrill. Out here, it's just eternal summer, A coastline that is standing still. And I feel like some old, sleeping mountain, Strong and steady, just like you said. But my heart's a rushing river, Running to your Indiana bed. Christina, my sweet girl, my baby, You call me your Bear when the nights get long. And I'm holding on to that, Like the words to a soft, familiar song. And every mile between us hums your name, A quiet, steady, constant flame. So let the Midwest wind blow, And let the Pacific crash. I'm building a home in the echo, Of your laugh, your smile, your "goodnight" at last. This Bear's got a simple, stubborn dream: To wake up to you, my sweet girl, my sunbeam. My sweet girl...