Used to feel like California, with your baby eyes so blue.
Now I feel like Carolina, I split myself in two. Now I’m walking backwards from Chicago through Washington. But that ain’t enough no, you want me to run.
Better watch your soul it’ll leave you like a hundred bucks, my friend said, “stick to your guns” But instead I just got stuck. And I’m walking backwards lookin’ forward to getting done. Oh but that ain’t enough, no you want me to run
Oh that ain’t enough no, you want me to run.