作曲 : Matthew Pryor
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