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, within
I donæ?° know how to let it go

This far away from home

One word was mistaken

Context that it was taken from
Write it down
Must be sound

Must be true
I hope you can hear me
My only sanctuary asks

Why am I here?
Why arenæ?° 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

Iæ?¦ alone and so are you

Old stories

Gas stations
Repeating conversations
Still, I canæ?° speak long

The show has to go on
At best I, might question
The focus of my attention

Though, you 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
Iæ?¦ alone and so are you


One waitress, invading
But Iæ?¦ content to make her wait
Itæ?¯ all I have

So far from home
Oh please stay on the phone