Vacancy - Jonathan Jones

A Vacancy in me, reality’s a thief,

Coming in the night to take it all from me,

And I’m falling down from a cloud,

Been weathered by a rain that never goes away,

Everything is gray, just slightly different shades,

And I’m crawling out, life is passing by,

And I’m crying out God can you hear me,

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up and search for better days

The tragedy for me, I built my life on sand,

It’s moving underneath and now I understand,

That I’m falling down again

Feeling like a curse is hanging over me,

Standing on the edge of everything I’ve seen,

And I’m climbing out and I’m tangled now,

And I’m crying out God can you hear me,

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up and search for better days

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up and search for better days,

Days,

To see beyond the mountain I have made,

Of drinks before I took the stage,

The girls I never caught their names,

The good and bad inside of me collide,

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up,

Hold my head up and search for better days,