We'll see you at the Tracks someday. Need some fresh air? We'll walk with you to the Jewel.
We'll hold your hand when your heart breaks, and take you to Galatis so you can just talk about it. If one goes down on the tiled battlefield, you'll hear our high heeled footsteps rushing to your aid. We've spent days driving around and choosing new favorite songs. We know every back road and have ambled through the Hollows.
Five years ago we set sail in our tiny boats. Weathering storms and avoiding pirates, some days we thought we wouldn't survive. The lessons we learned we shared in one another. We've defended each other and when one is attacked, we gather our armada. No one fights back alone and we'll celebrate with a bonfire, our flag flying high.
When we cross over the bridge back into town, we'll bring new people and share with them the story of a few girls who made this town shine. They'll call us "oh the girls from Cary" and never realize that the farthest place from anywhere gave birth to the greatest story ever told. For it's the small town girls that birth the biggest dreams.
And with friends like these...we're an army of homemade. We're a revolution of old and new. We'll become the song you want to hear again. And when the big world becomes old and not so new, I'll Cary You Home, so you can find your dreams again. We'll drink cheap wine and sit around laughing at old jokes. Snow will begin to fall and so will our eyelids. Our hearts beating together, seemingly at peace, finally back home in our village bed.