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 aske