the new amsterdams
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