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 got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me
Invitation to the last dance

Then it's time to leave
But that's the price we pay
When we deceive

One another animal mother
She opens up for free
Everybody's got a hold on hope

It's the last thing that's
Holding me
Look at the talkbox in mute

Frustration
At the station
There hides the cowboy

His campfire flickering On the landscape
That nothing grows on
But time still goes on

And through each life of misery
Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me