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...