Farewell Transmission - John Vanderslice

Hold on

Hold on

Your dad didn’t know the age of the sun

But now we know the hour it was born

How does that help us now?

Hold on

Hold on

We need your pretty words

In clipped and chanted verse

Your race depends on you

And I do too

Hold on

Hold on

Ride until the morning light

Your ancestors depend on you

To see them through

And I do too