Every street is
Dark and folding
Out mysteriously
Well that's 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 talk box
And in frustration
At the station
There hides the cowboy

Look at the talk box
And your frustration
At the station
There hides the cowboy
His campfire flickering
On the landscape

But nothing goes on
Time still goes on
Through each life of misery

Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me

Chorus x2