Stay On The Phone

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 with hand
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, it must be sound
It must be true.

I hope you can hear me
My only sanctuary asked,
"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, so are you...

Old stories, gas stations
Repeating conversations still
I can't speak long,
Show has to go on.

At best I might question
The focus of my attention
Though I 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, 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