In ten years I'll be older Maybe living somewhere colder Getting used to pavement under feet These'll be our good old days All the scenes that we'll replay Before we 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 reminding us of the way we ought to be Must be Carolina calling me We're going to have to face it Streetlights on empty faces City sights and sounds under our skin Nothing can erase it Red clay and 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 reminding us all of how we ought to be Must be Carolina calling me Must be Carolina calling me Must be Carolina in these things that follow me Must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be Must be Carolina calling me Must be Carolina in these things that follow me Must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be Must be Carolina calling me