You told me to hold on here
To hold on like day old beer
To hold on for your return
May I yearn and burn?
I sit in my rocking chair
And swing like a doctrinaire
On things that won't be so
Up and down
Day by day, all night long,
All the years you have been gone
I hold on here
Till the [bad word] home
The bitterness inside me
Embraces me totally
And opens me finally
I have been alone
I hold on a rocking chair again
And swing like a doctrinaire again
On things that won't be so
Up and down
Day by day, all night long,
All the years you have been gone
I hold on here
Till the [bad word] home
Oh god I'm yearning,
I'm always burning
For things that are gone
But now I'm learning
To stop turning around, to hold on
That's not a song about you,
not about me, not about anyone
Maybe an outstanding account to be paid
For all the days, all night long, all the years
I hold on till the [bad word] home