I'm not exactly proud of the place I'm from,
but I've been here my whole life, so I guess I'll call it home.
In South Carolina, a flag still shows the enslavement of our minds,
But in South Carolina I learned from all the times.
We went to all-ages shows, Sunday matinees,
Hanging out, wondering if the bands would show and even play.
The bands would come and we would all sing along.
Would they ever know their impact would last so long?
The world is full of lonely places, no matter where you're from.
A crowded show, familiar faces, make me feel at home.
Many kids have come and gone, but I know what kept me here.
The magic of those songs have sustained me through the years.
I heard the word "sincerity," and I now know what that means.
I learned it first with Black Flag, mohawks, combat boots, and torn up jeans.
We were more than just a tour date.
You were more than just a song.
We sweat and sang together and that helped us to carry on.
We were more.
You were more.
For the record.