Carolina Calling

In ten years I'll be older,
Maybe living somewhere colder.
Getting used to pavements under feet.
These'll be our good old days,
All the scenes that we'll replay.
Before we're scattered in the breeze.
They say you can't go home again.
(They say you can't go home again)
I hear a quiet voice begin:
Must be Carolina calling me.
Must be Carolina in these things that follow me.
Must be Carolina find yourself the way we oughta be.
Must be Carolina calling me.
We're going to have to face it,
Streetlights on empty faces.
City sights and sounds under our skins.
Nothing can erase it,
They're playing rolling acres.
It's funny how a place can sink in.
Someday I'll realize my mistake.
(Someday I'll realize my mistake)
I'll reconsider my escape.

Must be Carolina calling me.
Must be Carolina in these things that follow me.
Must be Carolina find us all and how we oughta be.
Must be Carolina calling me.

Must be Carolina calling me.
Must be Carolina in these things that follow me.
Must be Carolina find in us how we oughta be.
Must be Carolina calling me.
Must be Carolina in these things that follow me.
Must be Carolina find in us how we oughta be.
Must be Carolina calling me.