Used to feel like California with baby, eyes so blue
now I feel like Carolina: I split myself in two
and I'm walking backwards to the place where I come from
I'm walking backwards from Chicago through Washington
And I'm walking backwards looking forward to getting done
but that ain't enough, no you want me to run
California, the west, once the optimistic and bright blue future of baby youth. Now reluctantly backing down, walking backwards to the past but still facing the future, back to old beginnings, eastward from Chicago through Washington to the old Carolinas and feeling split in two. Facing one direction but moving in another. But still, walking back isn't good enough; you want me to turn around, and run.
Used to feel like California with baby, eyes so blue now I feel like Carolina: I split myself in two and I'm walking backwards to the place where I come from I'm walking backwards from Chicago through Washington And I'm walking backwards looking forward to getting done but that ain't enough, no you want me to run
California, the west, once the optimistic and bright blue future of baby youth. Now reluctantly backing down, walking backwards to the past but still facing the future, back to old beginnings, eastward from Chicago through Washington to the old Carolinas and feeling split in two. Facing one direction but moving in another. But still, walking back isn't good enough; you want me to turn around, and run.