Caroline

Don't mean to be nostalgic But I miss my home Those summer days in Calgary I miss my mom Remember when we laid like flowers Watched the planes go by We could talk for hours Counting white lines in the blue skies, yeah I spent the summit of my youth On the phone with you I spent the summit of my youth Crying over spilt milk Climbing through your window sill Rolling down the same hill Falling for the wrong girls Calling on your landline Siblings on the other side Sleeping bags and pool fries Wishin' I were Caroline, Caroline I werе Caroline I were Carolinе Like daggers cutting class Just to hang out in the grass Drawing pictures on my back Crack an egg on my neck with your hands I can still feel the sun on my check Taste cold crushed ice in my teeth Kicking dirt off my soccer cleat And sneaking into cabinets Remember when I found my parents' absinthe I spent the summit of my youth On the phone with you I spent the summit of my youth Crying over spilt milk Climbing through your window sill Rolling down the same hill Falling for the wrong girls Calling on your landline Siblings on the other side Sleeping bags and pool fries Wishin' I were Caroline, Caroline I were Caroline I were Caroline