Back alley's full of rain and everything shining
As holy as she can be, the tricks in the timing
Free as a morning bird, fragile as china
Shes stuck in the weakest heart of South Carolina
Where all of the naked boys who lay down beside her
Sing her the saddest song, all caught in the briars
I never meant to fall so hard in a doorway
And all of the sinners here have crosses for Sunday
Kissed at the county fair, frisked in the city
Where truth is an answered prayer but aint it a pity
That all of the naked boys who lay down beside her
Sing her the saddest song, all caught in the briars