The back alley's full of rain
And everything's shining
As holy as she can be
The trick’s in the timing

Free as the morning birds
Fragile as china
She’s 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 her doorway
And all the sinners here
Have crosses for Sunday

Kissed at the county fair
Frisked in the city
Where proof is an answered prayer
But ain't it a pity

That all of the naked boys
Who lay down beside her
Sing her the saddest song
All caught in the briars