My heart will never be whole and I feel like lots of people can identify with that. Pieces of my heart are left throughout the Southern states, Michigan, out West and a whole lot of it got taken up to Heaven. I doubt this will ever be rectified, rather just something I have to leave the anger of behind and just accept. I get angry because some people have it so easy to visit differnt parts of their heart in timeline of a single day and mine results in thousands of dollars in plane tickets and in some tickets that just can’t be bought with my already maxed out credit card
James Taylor
In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just feel the moonshine?
Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I’m going to Carolina in my mind.
Karen she’s the silver sun, you best walk her way and watch it shine,
watch her watch the morning come.
A silver tear appearing now I’m crying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in my mind.
There ain’t no doubt in no ones mind that loves the finest thing around,
whisper something soft and kind.
And hey, babe, the sky’s on fire, I’m dying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in my mind.
In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just feel the moonshine?
Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I’m going to Carolina in my mind.
Dark and silent late last night, I think I might have heard the highway calling.
Geese in flight and dogs that bite.
And signs that might be omens say I’m going, going I’m gone to Carolina in my mind.
Now with a holy host of others standing round me, still I’m on the dark side of the moon.
And it seems like it goes on like this forever, you must forgive me
if I’m up and gone to Carolina in my mind.
In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just feel the moonshine?
Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I’m gone to Carolina in my mind.
Gotta make it back home again soon, gotta make it back on home again soon,
gotta make it back to Carolina soon, can’t hang around, no babe, gotta make it back home again,
gotta make it back to Carolina soon…
Moving to the Orange Trees 