In the silver awning's symphonic repeats
I heard a silver fox's Saturday cig speech
I heard aluminum litter concrete stoops
I heard 'Hotline Bling' on constant loop
I saw a heart shaped as our state tattoo
The silver fox said he should move
There's nothing new to bite into
Feeling medium in the middle
Feeling of an average state
Feeling like a rock stuck skipping on a great lake
Providing poppers to the party, passing 'em out like its cake
I almost did a spit take of my cornflakes
No thanks, no, it's not late, I'm not straight edge
Just already have a headache
So no thanks, I'm straight
Feeling medium in the middle
Feeling of an average state
Feeling like a rock stuck skipping on a great lake
Feeling so medium now in the middle
Not quite west but still a little
The karaoke crests at two or so
I'll sing a song that you would know
It's "Carolina on My Mind"
'Cause it's there we thought we might find
A couple days of satisfaction
A couple dazed and lacking passion
Our brains would wade inside a dish
With soft-shell crab and grouper fish
A drink of choice could not explain we avoid avenues of rain
Avoiding outside altogether, avoid is fine if we're together
So maybe you could pass the time with me in an Econoline
With me in an Econoline, with me in Carolina
Feeling medium in the middle
Feeling of an average state
Just feeling like a rock stuck skipping on a great lake