| She’s a midwestern girl | 
| Her heart is paper mache | 
| With a tornado ripping through | 
| 'Cause she is ready for change | 
| California was fine | 
| And she can soak up the sun | 
| But she’s returning to her roots | 
| Where she will always belong | 
| I-O-W-A, now | 
| I-O-W-A, now | 
| She’s a midwestern girl | 
| She’s finally back in her state | 
| I’m just a ghost out in the field | 
| Virginia’s so far away | 
| She has the mane of a lion | 
| Husky eyes that are framed | 
| And cheekbones sculpted on the winds of I-O-W-A | 
| Tell her when she’s not around | 
| Tell her as you’re leaving town | 
| Tell her when she’s not around | 
| Tell her everything now | 
| But what are you supposed to say | 
| To a midwestern girl as you are driving away | 
| Well if you see your soulmate standing out in a field | 
| Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel | 
| Down at the Val Air Ballroom | 
| Out in western Des Moines | 
| She’s dancing out on the dance floor | 
| And I feel high | 
| Now the mirror ball spinning | 
| It’s a hundred degrees | 
| It’s always safer when it’s crowded | 
| But there are no guarantees | 
| Tell her when she’s not around | 
| Tell her everything is fine | 
| Tell her when she’s not around | 
| Before her roots take over | 
| But I don’t know what you’re supposed to say | 
| To a midwestern girl a thousand miles away | 
| Well if you see your soulmate standing out in a field | 
| Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel | 
| I’m just a ghost in a field | 
| And she’s a tundra queen | 
| A midwestern girl beside an old evergreen | 
| If you see your soulmate standing out in a field | 
| Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel | 
| She’s a midwestern girl | 
| I got in late in the game | 
| But I am driving in my mind to I-O-W-A | 
| I-O-W-A, now |