One waitress outside of Phone booth, South Carolina Sit's, keeps killing time Rolls her eyes, roll of dimes Speak of this sick surrounding sin Tears me from limb to limb within 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 Must be sound Must be true I hope you can hear me My only sanctuary asks 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 and so are you Old stories Gas stations Repeating conversations Still can't 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 And 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 and 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!