Goodbye, Carolina I felt cold and I felt weak I took the midnight bus from Asheville Passed like a ghost through Tennessee Brushed the Northern edge of Blacksburg Like your hair off of your cheeks I wish I could fall asleep Half-dead in the window seat -- awake for weeks Good morning, Manhattan Stopped at Port Authority I'll take the train under the river Ride the A out to the G And I'll walk along your narrow streets With a dollar cup of coffee, letting it stain my teeth Two sugars, a drop of cream Bittersweet God damn I missed you, Brooklyn Caught my breath here on your streets I left my winter coat in Charlotte I'm cursing at the breeze I'm hiding out from early March Read the sign hung in our lobby The elevator broke last week I walk the stairs to 403 I don't blame you for changing the locks I think I'd probably do the same if it were me I'm gathering up the courage to knock I'm not sure what I'm looking for I don't know what I want I don't want anything I guess I don't want anything Some college student answers and my heart crash-lands on the floor He says he sublet this place last month He never heard of me before He sees my lungs collapsing and he opens up the door It's all new furniture I barely recognize it anymore He says, I'm sorry, man I wish that I knew more I'm not sure exactly what you're looking for But no Diane, no, she don't live here anymore Diane don't live here anymore