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 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, I 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
    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