Caroline

Don't mean to be nostalgic

But I miss my home

Those summer days in Calgary

I miss my mom

Remember we used to lay like flowers

Watch 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

Oh, Caroline

Oh, Caroline

Ooh, whoa

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 cheek

Taste cold, crushed ice in my teeth

Kicking dirt off of my soccer cleats

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

Oh, Caroline

Oh, Caroline