From south Carolina to San Francisco   I'm always waiting here outside of this door   I hope that my key fits I hope that this lock clicks   Because I'll find you standing there with your dyed black hair      We'll put that old record on and dance to your favorite song   The one that I wish I made but wouldn't ever play   Because of the war in me that killed my self-esteem   But somehow when I'm with you my state of mind improves   And I won't need that medicine to concentrate again      And I know it isn't fair to expect you to care   For someone who won't get well I think we can both tell   That this the final night to get this goodbye right   So I hope that when I leave you will still think of me   Not as I am today but as someone you wanted to stay      From south Carolina   From south Carolina   From south Carolina   ...