Bob Denson

Hold On

Things are changin all around him like the deserts shifting sands
And the wind ain’t never letting up
Oh, the best that he can do is to hold on to
Anything he doesn’t want to blow away

The dreamer's on the road with his cowboy boots and smokes
Riding down the boulevard
And with his posse by his side, he could eat the world alive
But in his room he’s all alone

Just looking out the window from the basement floor alone
Clothes piled in the kitchen
And it seems his destiny, shifts eternally
But I think he likes it that way

The carnies fill the barrooms every night of the week
And they drink til they stick to the ceiling
And there ain't no one in here who’ll wipe away his tattooed tears
But he cries them all just the same

So hold on, everyone's got darkness in their life
Hold on, and everything will be alright.

The bottle it don’t help, in fact it just makes it worse
And he’d sell his soul just to smile
He thinks of what he had before it all went bad
And he pushes the glass away

The muse she's home in bed crying to herself
And she just don’t know anymore
If things will ever be right just once in her life
Or will time go on this way

Drew wanders the streets, trapped inside his mind
He thinks that no one understands
But even kings and queens have their own shattered dreams
That they take to bed every night

Now the bullets they stopped flying and he feels a stranger in this town
So he grows out all his hair
And the writing on the wall reads that time heals all
But pour another drink just in case it don’t

So hold on, everyone's got darkness in their life.
Hold on, and everything will be alright
Hold on, everyone's got darkness in their life
Hold on, and everything will be alright
Everything will be alright