I am from the ocean,
from the verge of a small state.
I look straight upon me,
and I see the White House in front of me.
I travel to the middle,
I am from the plain and ordinary.
Across me I see the plain corn fields endlessly,
swaying along the breeze with serenity.
I take two big steps to the East,
there's the town that is quiet and docile.
I am from the home of Purdue Boilers,
where I hear sounds of cries from the crowd's heart cheer "Boilers!"
