| Caroline |
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| Caroline |
| Middle finger queen of the never mind |
| It’s been a little while since the second time |
| I knew that you’d never come home |
| Caroline |
| You were just a child |
| In the fireline |
| You were just a child |
| When your mama died |
| And daddy couldn’t make it alone |
| And I wonder out loud |
| Where your heart is now |
| Where your heart is now |
| Where your heart is now |
| Caroline |
| Now then you’re in the magazines |
| Tabloid rags and the trash machines |
| Spitting out the image of the memory |
| Of a girl with the pigtails flying |
| I had a dream that you were calling home |
| Standing in the rain on the pay phone |
| All that you were getting was a dial tone |
| No one on the end of the line |
| And I wonder out loud |
| Where your heart is now |
| Where your heart is now |
| Where your heart is now |
| Caroline |
| Ohhh, ohhh |
| They say your heart is where your treasure is |
| But maybe there’s another way to measure this |
| Cause it feels like what you find pleasure in |
| Are the things that are bringing you down |
| And every now and then I wonder if you’ll ever make it home again |
| Back to the childhood innocence of the girl on the old playground |
| And I wonder out loud |
| Where your heart is now |
| Where your heart is now |
| Where your heart is now |
| Caroline |
