Caroline
Don't mean to be nostalgic
But I miss my home
Those summer days in Calgary
I miss my mom
Remember when we laid like flowers
Watched 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
I werе Caroline
I were Carolinе
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 check
Taste cold crushed ice in my teeth
Kicking dirt off my soccer cleat
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
I were Caroline
I were Caroline
But I miss my home
Those summer days in Calgary
I miss my mom
Remember when we laid like flowers
Watched 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
I werе Caroline
I were Carolinе
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 check
Taste cold crushed ice in my teeth
Kicking dirt off my soccer cleat
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
I were Caroline
I were Caroline
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Boland
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