Tangled in the sheets of a motel bed,
Samantha paints her toenails cherry red.
And she asks me if she can paint mine too, and i say
«samantha, anything for you.»
And through the tinny speakers of an ancient radio
The all night love line begins another show.
And the callers call in, but the thing thatґs so strange,
Itґs all the same story, just the voices that change on
Chorus:
Beau`s all night radio love line,
The show for hearts in despair.
If you got somethinґ to say to a love that got away,
Beau wants to put you on the air.
The shadows from the headlights of a passing car
Turn samanthaґs smile into film noir
And she says, «donґt get me wrong about you and me,
I just canґt figure out what weґre supposed to be.»
«maybe i love you, i donґt know.
Maybe iґm afraid of where you want to go.
Maybe iґm scared iґll lose my power to amuse,
And iґll wake up alone in a bed full of blues, just listening to
Chorus
And beauґs really thinkinґ, «this job hardly pays,»
But he canґt figure out how to ask for a raise.
Meanwhile back on the love line, he says,
«youґre on air, caller number nine.»
Samantha laughs at the two of us here
And says, «i got some miles on me, and youґre such a kid, dear.