Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously
Where lies the chance we take to be
Always working, reaching out for a hand that we can’t see
Everybody’s gotta hold on, hold on
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
Invitation to the last dance
Then it’s time to leave
But the price we pay, price we pay
one another
mother, she opens up for free
Everybody’s gotta hold on, hold on
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
Look the mute frustration
the the cowboy
Look the mute frustration
the the cowboy
A campfire flaring on a last game
That on, time still on
each life of misery
Everybody’s gotta hold on, hold on
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
Hold on, hold on
Everybody’s gotta hold on, hold on
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
Hold on, hold on
Everybody’s gotta hold on, hold on
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
