Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I saw my twin working in a Waffle House
The first birds of morning
Cackled from the graveyard
In walked the entourage
Big Silver Bus in the mountains
Her full hands leapt like fleas on a dog
Belonging without alternative

[Pre Hook]
The waitress jumped over the table
And begged, 'Can I take your picture?'

[Hook 1]
West Virginia, this is how it's done
You take the money, and you just run

[Verse 2]
Try not to look at the look
On the nun in the corner booth
It invites nobody in
It's a great black hole of Providence
Please take pity upon the heart that lives in me
I have to turn away now
I can't stand watching old ladies eat

[Hook 2]
The waitress gazes over our table
Big Silver Bus is long gone

[Verse 3]
West Virginia, this is how it's done
Sir, could you be a little more gentle?
Unprofitable servant!
Pennsylvania, the 6AM cold sun
Leaves me waiting on the thread of someone
The thread of someone