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, 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