A E D In ten years I?ll be older D E A Maybe living somewhere colder A E D Getting used to pavement under feet A E D And these will be our the good old days D E A All the scenes that we?ll replay A E D Before we scattered in the breeze D E They say you can't go home again D A E But I hear a quite voice begin? A D E It must be Carolina calling me A D E It must be Carolina in these things that follow me A D E It must be Carolina reminding us of how we ought to be D E A It must be Carolina calling me We're gonna have to face it Street lights on empty faces City sights and sounds under our skin But nothing can erase it Rolling hills and red clay acres It's funny how a place can sink in Someday I?ll realize my mistake And I?ll reconsider my escape? Chorus: