Hold On

Hold on,
Samantha picks up the motel phone,
Can’t dial the number cause she’s all alone
And in love.

Welcome home,
Her husband’s fed the kids now he’s on the phone,
And on her lips another man’s
Cologne.

She can’t seem to breath,
Still she’s rising above,
She’s all alone and all in love.

Filled to the brim,
Cut to the bone,
So in love and so alone.

Hold on,
It’s been six months and still she’s told no one,
Wednesday afternoons are golden,
Then they’re gone.

Half past one,
He’s running late, he must have errands to run.
The crossword keeps her mind away from
What she’s done.

Where can he be?
She can’t call him on the phone.
So in love and so alone.

She needs something inside,
A hand for her glove,
All alone and all in love,
All alone and all in love,
I wonder what she’s thinking of…

The lame excuses, the afternoon showers,
Those telling bruises,
   that dangerous bouquet of flowers,
Still at night he lies beside me,
   never pushes when I say No,
Is he blind, deaf or just dumb,
   or does he just not care to know?

Hold on,
Samantha packs her bags
   ten minutes then she’ll be gone,
The note will tell the kids they’re better off
   Alone.

She stands at the door,
Her feet turned to stone,
So alone and so alone.

If you go too far away,
You can’t come home,
All alone and all alone
All alone and all alone
All alone, all alone.
All alone.


© 2008 Billie Burke Estate