Hold On

Well, I was talking to a mirror image

Of what supposedly was to be me

And the eyes and the nose

And the insignificant clothes

Supported the testimony

He said, "You're doing fine, you know

You've got an okay mind, you know

And I would hate to see you throw it away"

You better hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!

I was telling him I was a bit fatigued

About my life, both present and past

And when I recalled my thoughts

Of ending it all with an overdose of gas

He said, "You're doing fine, you know

You've got an okay mind, you know

And I would hate to see you throw it away"

You better hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!