Hold On

Middle of the night when it comes creeping

I lay awake when I should be sleeping

Like an Agatha Christie mystery during intermission

I hold on, hold on



Working everyday living for the weekend

I never learned to swim how did I end up in the deep-end?

Like a champion high-diver waiting for the Olympics

I hold on, hold on



We wrestle with the devil in the flickering light

No way to tell who's winning the fight



Hold on, hold on, hold on

You're gonna get through it



Time and again it's the same old question

Where am I heading with this strange obsession

Like a gambler playing on when he keeps on losing

I hold on, I hold on



We dance with the devil in the flickering light

No way to tell when you're stepping it right



Yesterday is dead and gone

So today this life goes on

Got to keep on moving



We dance with the devil in the flickering light

No way to tell when you're stepping it right