Nothing But the Carolinas

Cold grey salty water, it laps around my feet.

On a broken seashell highway where the land and ocean meet

And I’m wondering if it chills your heart the way its chilling mine.

A few more hundred miles of driving and we could share a little time.

There’s nothing, nothing but the Carolinas to keep you from my arms.

I’ll drive westward in the morning, through the cities and the pines.

Flying high just like some road-dog, trying to keep myself in line.

Trying to keep my mind on anything but the days that I’ve been counting,

And the days I’ve left to count with you in mind.

There’s nothing, nothing but the Carolinas to keep you from my arms.

I’d swim across the rivers cold, I’d climb the mountains high.

I’d beat a man to death even if he’s twice my size.

I’d claw my way up solid stone until my fingers turn to bone,

Because my heart is waiting on the other side.

I know you’re coming back to me, I know you’re coming home.

I know the day will come when I won’t have to be alone.

I know it in my heart and as I stare out at the sea,

For in my mind there’s nothing in this world but you and me.