North Carolina

I just wanna live in North Carolina
I wanna hold the sky in my hands
Like it's a message in a bottle
I wanna spin my plastic straws into gold
I wanna stick around long enough to get old

I just wanna live in North Carolina
I wanna ride the Blue Ridge Highway
Until my brain explodes
I wanna like myself
I wanna be the type of guy that people ask for help
When they can't reach something on the top shelf

God is great
And God is good
God is all the things I don't do when my anxiety tells me I should
And I want to live in North Carolina
And make secret things out of wood

I just wanna live in North Carolina
For purely sentimental reasons
I wanna spin, spin, spin, like a record player
Hooked up to nothing and no one
I wanna dig for buried treasure
Celebrate when I find fool's gold
I wanna live long enough to get old



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Pineda
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