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 all of 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