Little roadside resturant, we artfully complain.
Rudy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain.
Most every day goes by according to design.
I live this dream but still it seems I
have you on my mind.

From the bottom of my heart,
off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we've found our stride.
And the walls that won't come down
we can decorate or climb or find
some way to get around,
cause I'm still on your side
from the bottom of my heart.

I can't see the future, but I know it's coming fast.
It's not that hard to wind up knee deep in the past.
It's come a lot of Mondays since the phone booth that first night.
The years, the miles, the tears and smiles
I want to get it right.

From the bottom of my heart,
off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we've found our stride.
And the walls that won't come down
we can decorate or climb or find
some way to get around,
cause I'm still on your side
from the bottom of my heart.

These days I'm up about the time I used to go to bed.
Living large was once the deal,
now I watch the stars instead.
They're timeless and predictable,
unlike most things that I do.
But I'd tell the wind and my old friend
I'm headed home to you.

From the bottom of my heart,
off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we've found our stride.
And the walls that won't come down
hell, we can decorate or climb or find
some way to get around,
cause I'm still on your side
from the bottom of my heart,
from the bottom of my heart.