Hold On

She seems so lonely, like the flower in her hair

Carried belongings to the little station where

Her eyes can show just what her mind is going through

Air in the springtime, always seemed to make her cry

Years pass and go by, she never really figured why

Riders loading,

as she sighs, the train comes through

And as she is boarding

Memories come pouring through

She says

"No, I'm not afraid

But all I wanna do

Is hold on

If you could see my face

Then you would see the truth

and move on"

Time moves so steady when you're in a rocking chair

Life proves you're ready, and suddenly you've stopped to care

Signs you won't avoid will find your point of view

And as you are boarding

the memories come pouring through

No, I'm not afraid

But all I wanna do

Is hold on

If you could see my face

Then you would see the truth

and move on