A Little More

An Indiana spring got me feeling down I had a real hard time But I know I can't complain But someone swears that they know where I'll go when I die And it ain't bright lights, it ain't no streets of gold Oh Is it too much to ask? Oh Is it too much to want? Oh Is it too much to need? A little more I want a little house tucked away in the pines For me and you, before we get too old But the bills just don't stop coming and someday it seems like this old house May all just fall apart But then an Indiana autumn blows in again And I think to myself, maybe it ain't so bad Oh Is it too much to ask? Oh Is it too much to want? Oh Is it too much to need? A little more An Indiana spring been getting me down I had a real hard time But I know I shouldn't complain