Stay on the Phone

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!