One waitress outside of 

Phone booth, South Carolina

Sits, keeps killing time

Rolls her eyes, roll of dimes.



Speak of this sick surrounding sin

Tears me from limb to limb with hand

I don't know how to let it go

This far away from home.



One word was mistaken.

Context that it was taken from

Write it down, it must be sound

It must be true.



I hope you can hear me

My only sanctuary asked,

"Why am I here? Why aren't I home?"

As the line builds for the phone.



I want it all

Work to a fault

That breaks us in two

And always at play

The end of the day

I'm alone, so are you...



Old stories, gas stations

Repeating conversations still

I can't speak long,

Show has to go on.



At best I might question

The focus of my attention

Though I know that I could bring it down.



I want it all

Work to a fault

That breaks us in two

And always at play

The end of the day

I'm alone, so are you



One waitress invading

But I'm content to make her wait

It's all I have so far from home

Oh please stay on the phone