Hold On

The daily pain of breathing
And the smell of unwashed dishes
She'll take the corner table
Where the oak imparts the wishes
Of a thousand kids with daggers
And the windows could have cancer
On the vintage burnt-sienna vinyl
Sits another lonely dancer

If someone takes your hand

The brothers in the lobby
Fight with words and comprehension
Of the things that could kill each other
And the things they shouldn't mention
The band in all their leather glory
Smell like beer and cigarettes
Another whiskey-driven aria
Another circle of regrets

If someone takes your hand

(Don't let go) Hold on
(Don't let go) Hold on
(Don't let go) Hold on

I know I'm not alone
I should be going home
I'm like a man from outer-space
Drawn into this place
Just need to rest my legs
I'll have some coffee and some eggs

The gambling man looks vacant
As he stares into the hollow
Of another empty coffee cup
He finds it hard to swallow
Only one thing to his name
A ticket home
If she's waiting for him then he'll stay
Nowhere left to roam

If someone takes your hand

(Don't let go) Hold on
(Don't let go) Hold on
(Don't let go) Hold on
(Don't let go) Hold on

(Don't let go) Hold on
(Don't let go) Hold on
(No-o-o) Hold On



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Watkins
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