Every street is dark

And folding out mysteriously

Where lies the chance

We take to be always working

Reaching out for a hand

That we can't see

Everybody's got a hold on hope

It's the last thing that's holding me

Invitation to the last dance

Then it's time to leave

That's the price we pay

When we deceive

One another animal mother

She opens up for free

Everybody's got a hold on hope

It's the last thing that's holding me

Look at the talkbox

In mute frustration

At the station

There hides the cowboy

Look at the talkbox

In mute frustration

At the station

There hides the cowboy

His campfire flickering

On the landscape

That nothing grows on

But time still goes on

And through each life of misery

Everybody'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

Everybody's got a hold on hope

It's the last thing that's holding me