Something to Hold Onto

We got a room and some stuff to do
Trying to find something to hold on to
Love looking like a needle and a spoon
When I'm trying to find something to hold on to

I left her wishing on an east coast moon
Woke up in Denver had nothing to do
My head hurt so that I couldn't move
Now I'm trying to find something to hold on to

To hold on to me
Before I write myself out of the scene
Because the folks 'round here
They're all suckers for
A leading man

I lost my rhythm for a minute or two
She brought me back to life when my lips turned blue
But a junkie gonna do what a junkie gonna do
And I went and found something to hold on to

I seen it enough to know how to die
Buried so many I can't even cry
Guess at a point the well run dry
Now I'm trying to fill it up with whatever I can find

Whatever finds me
And subdues this misery
Because the truth is I'm a sucker for
A helping hand

I heard tell that when you die
If you done well, you come right back to life
I asked if it's true and they said "it might be"
And I find the notion incredibly frightening

So if all I got goes to pot
Gonna take my worries gonna sit em out to rot
I got hold of something
Might not seem like a lot
But it gets me through the night
It's just as steady as a rock

Steady as can be
It draws me back from the deep
And the truth is im a sucker for
For a fighting chance