So what's the point of getting so excited?   This will all be over so soon   The lips and looks you have so much pride in   Will be the first to go   I'm gonna hate to see you   With a face like a slate wiped clean   But make no mistake this is no fresh start   I know this is hard   This is the way it's always been   This is the way it always has to be      Skin drips from cheekbones   Dry lips smile and crack   Miracles are made in white rooms   So a mended spine can lift a broken back   Catch a glimpse of heart and home   While eyelids fall like an avalanche   So what's the point of getting so excited?      The highway hums with the echoes of   Our worn down wheels and tired heels   We're starving   We are starving for home   So come home   Everyone writes songs about California   They're singing for the summer and staying young   I'm singing about Carolina   Because I write songs for you      What's the point of   What's the point of getting so excited?   This will all be over so soon   What's the point of   What's the point of   What's the point of getting so excited?      And when your skin drips from your cheekbones   And your lips smile and crack   Come home   Come home   I'll be waiting      As restless as an avalanche.