Goodbye, Carolina
©2007/2009 Greg C. Brown

Highway 40 stretches out in front of me;
I follow, hypnotized, lost to reality.
Have I missed the exit leading north on 95?
It’s always like this for me when I drive.

Back in Wilmington she cried herself to sleep
With the sour taste of promises I couldn’t keep.
Perhaps she’ll wake up thinking things will all turn out okay;
By then I’ll be two hundred miles away.

CHORUS
And it’s Goodbye, Carolina,
The Tarheel winds are pushing me away.
So here’s to you and all the reasons why.
Perhaps we’ll meet again another day.
But for now, it's Goodbye, Carolina.

I don’t make excuses for the man I am;
If you want the truth I’ll be honest…if I can.
I told her anything I thought she wanted to hear;
Her passion grew with every glass of beer.

And eight months after meeting in that Olde Town bar,
I’d had my fun but then I let it go too far.
So I spoke the truth and knew that it was bound to hurt.
Less than that would only make things worse.

CHORUS
And it’s Goodbye, Carolina,
The Tarheel winds are pushing me away.
So here’s to you and all the reasons why.
Perhaps we’ll meet again another day.
Goodbye, Carolina.

It started with a look and a smile, then a touch,
And for a little while that seemed to be enough.
But feelings have a way of evolving over time,
I didn’t want to lose control of mine.

Highway 40 is ninety-seven miles behind,
Destination now, Virginia’s border line.
I am somewhere in between cold relief and regret.
Another hundred miles and I’ll forget.

CHORUS
And it’s Goodbye, Carolina,
The Tarheel winds are pushing me away.
So here’s to you and all the reasons why.
Perhaps we’ll meet again another day.
But for now, it's Goodbye, Carolina.

Perhaps we'll meet again;
Who's to say?

Last edited by Greg C. Brown; 06/06/09 04:07 PM.
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