The road before us stretched along for miles
With nothing hidden yet nothing to see
Our spirits carry us to where we'll be
Surrounded by a thousand eager smiles

The fields roll by beside, in front, behind
Becoming formless blurs before our eyes
These restless, spoiled souls crave some surprise
Yet hours pass with no new thoughts in mind.

The promised land lies just within our reach,
the fruits of labor come only by sweat
so we pursue, Purdue twice in our past.
We've learned all that this desert has to teach,
Preparing, pruning, proving - no regret.
We come upon the Final Four at last.