Hold On Hope - Guided By Voices

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 gotta hold on hope

It’s the last thing that’s holding me

Invitiation to the last dance

Then it’s time to leave

But that’s the price we pay

When we deceive one another, animal mother

She opens up for free

Everybody’s gotta 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

Through each life of misery

Everybody’s gotta hold on hope

It’s the last thing that’s holding me

Everybody’s gotta hold on hope

It’s the last thing that’s holding me

Everybody’s gotta hold on hope

It’s the last thing that’s holding me