So what's the point of getting so excited?nThis will all be over so soonnThe lips and looks you have so much pride innWill be the first to gonI'm gonna hate to see younWith a face like a slate wiped cleannBut make no mistake this is no fresh startnI know this is hardnThis is the way it's always beennThis is the way it always has to bennSkin drips from cheekbonesnDry lips smile and cracknMiracles are made in white roomsnSo a mended spine can lift a broken backnCatch a glimpse of heart and homenWhile eyelids fall like an avalanchenSo what's the point of getting so excited?nnThe highway hums with the echoes ofnOur worn down wheels and tired heelsnWe're starvingnWe are starving for homenSo come homenEveryone writes songs about CalifornianThey're singing for the summer and staying youngnI'm singing about CarolinanBecause I write songs for younnWhat's the point ofnWhat's the point of getting so excited?nThis will all be over so soonnWhat's the point ofnWhat's the point ofnWhat's the point of getting so excited?nnAnd when your skin drips from your cheekbonesnAnd your lips smile and cracknCome homenCome homenI'll be waitingnnAs restless as an avalanche.