May the roads in your gypsy soul. Lead you to a higher ground. Kindred pilgrim, my kindred pilgrim. 'Til what you seek is found. . I see you now wanderin' through this world.
'The moon ain't made of cheese,' you'd say. 'So find your own truths along the way'. But Santa Claus in his magic sleigh. Had to be you in the rain that day.
Molly's in the attic as the sun goes down. Looking through some boxes for her wedding gown. Now she's standing in the mirror in dusty white. Talkin' to herself in the rusty light.
Once upon a time. In a dusted border town. There lived a girl who played guitar. They came from all around. . She sang of all their laughter. She sang of all their pains.
In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean. In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me. When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion. I see the better man she makes me wanna be.