If I ever meant to go away
Golden arms, golden arms
I was raised, I was raised
In the place, in the place
If the cars drove themselves, way to be
Still I never meant to go away
Still know what to wear on my back
Songwriter: Sufjan Stevens
Michigan Ponshewaing Cadillac
Still I often think of going back
Demonstrate I was raised from the start
To the farms, to the farms
I was raised, I was raised
By a priest and the maid on the part
Publisher: NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC PUBLISHING
In the place, in the place
To the farms, to the farms
Part to remind me
Start to remind me
Rivers run interstate, Michigan
I was raised, I was raised
Still I often think of going back
Opposite the trains moving in
If the lakes took the place of the sea
Tried to change the made in Michigan
Golden arms, golden arms
In the place, in the place