Weird Carolina

Sometimes a circle won't meet its end and spiral out of control
I'm boring and I'm bored
Sometimes an angle gets measured by the crushed off
Closing sense of losing itself
Pinned down and ignored

I can't make you believe that I've got everything worked out
Eraser on lead still leaves its mark
Right here where you start pretending in the poetic tragedy
Oh, romantic, you went and got yourself off, yourself off

Sitting out on your front porch in some midwestern suburb
Cracks in the cement measure no warmth ahead since you left
Since you left

The words stuck in my head, they say, "I wish you were here to stay"
I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina
The mountains don't know my name

You're coming home from New York, right?
Well, I heard James Taylor on the radio, going to Carolina in his
Going to Carolina in your mind
I'll go to Carolina if you like
It's a stubborn hole in my heart filled up with decay
Like worms in my brain, dried up, I hope you're okay

The words stuck in my head, they say, "I wish you were here to stay"
I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina
The mountains don't know my name

The mountains don't know my name
No, the mountains don't know my name