The Phone - Mark Sandman

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