The back alley's full of rain
And everything's shining
As holy as she can be

The trick's in the timing

Free as the morning birds

Fragile as china
She's stuck in the weakest heart
Of South Carolina


Where all of the naked boys
Who lay down beside her

Sing her the saddest song
All caught in the briars


I never meant to fall
So hard in her doorway
And all of the sinners here

Have crosses for Sunday

Kissed at the county fair

Frisked in the city
Where proof is an answered prayer
But ain't it a pity


That all of the naked boys
Who lay down beside her

Sing her the saddest song
All caught in the briars