Lyrics:

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 gotta hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me

Invitation to the last dance, and 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 laugh 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