Sometimes a circle won't meet its end and spiral out of control I'm boring and I'm bored Sometimes an angle gets measured by the crushed off Closing sense of losing itself Pinned down and ignored I can't make you believe that I've got everything worked out Eraser on lead still leaves its mark Right here where you start pretending in the poetic tragedy Oh, romantic, you went and got yourself off, yourself off ♪ Sitting out on your front porch in some midwestern suburb Cracks in the cement measure no warmth ahead since you left Since you left The words stuck in my head, they say, "I wish you were here to stay" I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina The mountains don't know my name ♪ You're coming home from New York, right? Well, I heard James Taylor on the radio, going to Carolina in his Going to Carolina in your mind I'll go to Carolina if you like It's a stubborn hole in my heart filled up with decay Like worms in my brain, dried up, I hope you're okay The words stuck in my head, they say, "I wish you were here to stay" I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina The mountains don't know my name The mountains don't know my name No, the mountains don't know my name