Miss Carolina
(words and music by Randall W. Belt)

One day across the Bering Strait
You'll walk a way across with this riddle
Could be a Saturday in Manchuria
You could pick a village out of the middle

I don't think that's where you wanted to move
I don't see things quite like you

Miss Carolina
Don't think I'll miss ya
And I'll bet you won't miss me too much

Miss Carolina
Don't think I'll miss ya
And I'll bet you won't miss me too much
uh uh

Now it's too late for a ticker tape
The big parade you always followed
So take your pain and your hysteria
I heard you say that nothings hallowed

I don't think that's what you wanted to say
I don't see things quite your way

Miss Carolina
Don't think I'll miss ya
And I bet you won't miss me too much

Miss Carolina
Don't think I'll miss ya
And I bet you won't miss me too much

Will you always roam the earth like you do
Will you see that there's a birth of something new

Crosswinds, amends, old news

And I don't think that's where you wanted to be
I don't see things like you see

Miss Carolina
Don't think I'll miss ya
And I'll bet you won't miss me too much

Miss Carolina
Don't think I'll miss ya
And I bet you won't miss me too much

Miss Carolina
I think I'll miss ya
But I bet you won't miss me too much

Uh huh, uh huh

(P) & © 1999 Randall Wayne Belt; 2025 Barleyfields Records (ASCAP); Randall Wayne Belt (ASCAP)
Artist: Barley Station
Songwriters: Randall Wayne Belt –  100%
Publisher:  Barleyfields Records 
Mechanical Society - ASCAP