I grew up in Florida where hearts freeze with the cold
Met a young boy with brown eyes, dark and deep like his soul
With skin like the snow and hair like the sand,
I guess you could say that's where our future began

So we'd play in the orchards, use the tree-limbs as swords
And he'd play the guitar, mend my soul with his chords
In those sad melodies and the notes that he'd play
He'd so simply relate what my heart had to say,
So I'd lose myself in music
and find myself in the stars
To beat of the train and the far distance cars
And he'd gaze at the moon
he said it's where he saw God:
The one who made us this way -
so beautifully flawed

One day I received a letter, it said to come out find him
I found him outstretched on the mound of the diamond

So sad and so torn,
He cried to the Lord,
Don't make me stay in this sad town no more.

Carolina - don't make me wait
You know I can't stay
In this old town no more

I've made my mind up, you know I am headed your way
And my heart won't stray
From the one that it loves.

So we packed up and left with bright lights in our eyes
And we hopped on the train under orange Autumn skies
Our homes that weren't homes, were just now corpses with flies,
We had no regrets and we said no goodbyes.

We made new identities - new faces; new names
And we made some new friends with new voices and new things to say
Left behind all our worries, our shame
With our music and moon here to keep us both sane

But when we arrived in the city, we were both caught off guard
By a world filled with lights but no soul and no God
Where the drugs clout your mind - all the sex and TV
Fill up your brain until the pain's all you see.

So I took to writing Gospel, sang songs for the church
You traded big dreams for small pills and questioned your worth,
All those melodies and notes that you've long since forgot,
While I search for a home 'cause it's all that I want.

Carolina - don't make me pray
You know I can't stay
In my own head no more.

I've made my mind up, you know I am running away,
My heart has strayed
From the one that it loves.

Now I hear you have a daughter, and you named her June
For the month of conception and you wrote her a tune,
Now if I'm ever lost again like I was, I hope it's inside your song

O brother, where have you gone?
Put down your gun
You don't have to run

And Sweet June, sweet June, don't let your daddy make,
All of the same mistakes
He made when we were young.

And dear God
Why have you made us this way?
No matter how far I stray
No home can be found.

But I will return, to repent for my mistakes
And me and my Love will make
The most beautiful sound.