Hold On

Tom Waits · Mule Variations [1999]

They hung a sign up in our town

If you live it up, you won't live it down

So, she left Monte Rio, son

Just like a bullet leaves a gun



With charcoal eyes and monroe hips

She went and took that california trip

Well, the moon was gold and her hair like wind

She said dont look back just come on jim



Oh you got to

Hold on, hold on

You got to hold on

Take my hand

I'm standing right here

You gotta hold on



Well, he gave her a dimestore watch

And a ring made from a spoon

Everyone is looking for someone to blame

But you share my bed, you share my name



Well, go ahead and call the cops

You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops

She said baby, I still love you

Sometimes theres nothin left to do



Oh you got to

Hold on, hold on

You got to hold on

Take my hand

I'm standing right here

You gotta hold on



Well, God bless your crooked little heart

St. Louis got the best of me

I miss your broken china voice

How I wish you were still here with me



Well, you build it up, you wreck it down

Then you burn your mansion to the ground

Oh there's nothing left to keep you here

When you're falling behind in this big blue world



Oh you got to

Hold on, hold on

You got to hold on

Take my hand

I'm standing right here

You gotta hold on



Down by the riverside motel

it's 10 below and falling

By a 99 cent store

she closed her eyes and started swaying



But it's so hard to dance that way

When it's cold and theres no music

Well your old hometown is so far away

But, inside your head theres a record

That's playing, a song called



Hold on, hold on

You really got to hold on

Take my hand,

I'm standing right here

And just hold on