[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-Chorus]
The waitress jumped over the table
And begged, "Can I take your picture?"

[Chorus]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
The waitress gazes over our table
Big silver bus is long gone
[Chorus / Outro]
West Virginia, this is how it's done
Sir, could you be a little more gentle?
Unprofitable servant!
Pennsylvania, the 6 A.M. cold sun
Leaves me waiting on the thread of someone
The thread of someone