Carolina Story - This Hell I've Been Calling Home [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(*Written by Emily and Ben Roberts)
This ain’t the world I was born into*
Stone by stone I’ve built
These walls that surround me
This old place, these forgotten days
The driveway has disappeared amidst the forest
So long I’ve been sitting and waiting
For some sort of transportation
To carry me far from this hell I’ve been calling home
There’s a bird that sings outside my window
They’re all boarded up except for one
That I’m saving for myself
You and me, all we ever do
Is run around in circles until we are dizzy
So long I’ve been sitting and waiting
For some sort of transportation
To carry me far from this hell I’ve been calling home
I’ve got a start a fire, inside of this cold dark room
I’ve got a thaw this heart of mine, cause winter is comin' soon