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!