[00:00.178]Sometimes, a circle won't meet its end and spiral out of control[00:09.193]I'm boring and I'm bored[00:15.178]Sometimes, an angle gets measured by the crushed-off closing sense of losing itself[00:25.940]Pinned down and ignored[00:28.442][00:29.939]I can't make you believe that I've got everything worked out[00:36.617]Eraser on lead still leaves its mark[00:44.378]Right here, where you start pretending in the poetic tragedy[00:53.377]Oh, romantic, you went and got yourself off, yourself off[00:58.131][01:14.635]Sitting out on your front porch in some midwestern suburb[01:21.383]Cracks in the cement measure no warmth ahead since you left[01:35.377]Since you left[01:38.374][01:43.875]The words stuck in my head[01:46.875]They say, "I wish you were here to stay"[01:50.888]I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina[01:54.625]The mountains don't know my name[01:57.136][02:15.628]You're coming home from New York, right?[02:22.630]Well, I heard James Taylor on the radio[02:26.376]Going to Carolina in his—[02:29.878]Going to Carolina in your mind[02:37.386]I'll go to Carolina if you like[02:44.569]It's a stubborn hole in my heart, filled up with decay[02:50.087]Like worms in my brain, dried up, I hope you're okay[02:55.586][02:59.827]The words stuck in my head[03:02.578]They say, "I wish you were here to stay"[03:06.574]I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina[03:10.321]The mountains don't know my name