In a small town, the fields stretch wide,
the horizon always meets the sky,
I’m twenty-three, still trying to find
A place where I can just be myself.
The Bible’s heavy in the air,
it’s love and grace I need to share,
In a world where I’m asked to fit,
Into molds that don’t work for it.
Oh, I’m a boy in Iowa,
Trying to find my way,
With a heart that beats for love,
In a land where the old ways stay.
I’m reaching out to Heaven,
For a sign ill be okay,
In this journey of my soul,
I’m just trying to find my place.
Sunday mornings, the bells ring loud,
And I try to blend amidst the crowd,
my heart is in a different song,
A love that’s true, where I belong.
I pray for strength and for light,
To guide me through these lonely nights,
In a world that’s so divided,
I’m here, and I won’t be denied.
Oh, I’m a boy in Iowa,
Trying to find my way,
With a heart that beats for love,
In a land where the old ways stay.
I’m reaching out to Heaven,
For a sign that Ill be okay,
In this journey of my soul,
I’m just trying to find my place.
I know the road is long and winding,
But love’s the truth Im trying to find and ,
though I don’t fit the mold,
I’ve got a story yet to be told.
In the silence, I hear whispers,
Of a love that never falters,
In the prayers that rise above,
I’m embraced by endless love.
Oh, I’m a boy in Iowa,
Trying to find my way,
With a heart that beats for love,
In a land where the old ways stay.
I’m reaching out to Heaven,
For a sign that I’ll be okay,
In this journey of my soul,
I’m just trying to find my place.
As I walk these fields and roads,
I’ll carry love, I’ll carry hope,
The truth that’s written in my heart,
That I’m enough, and I’m a part,
Of a world where love will always stay,
Guiding me through every day.