Every street is dark
And folding out mysteriously
Where lies the chance
We take to be always workingReaching out for a hand
That we can't see
Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding meInvitation to the last dance
Then it's time to leave
That's the price we pay
When we deceiveOne another animal mother
She opens up for free
Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding meLook at the talk box
In mute frustration at the station
There hides the cowboyLook at the talk box
In mute frustration at the station
There hides the cowboy
His campfire flickering on the landscapeBut nothing grows on but the time still goes on
Through each life of misery
Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding meEverybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me
Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me