Lyrics:

As I step to the edge of the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on
'Til I reach the break of day

As the sun beats down on the halfway house
Has my conscience beating
That sound in my ear, the will to persevere
As I reach the break of day

When you've lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You've gotta hold on, hold onto yourself

A cry of hope, a plea for peace
And my conscience beating
It's not what I want for it's all that I need
To reach the break of day

So I run to the edge of the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth, the lost treasures of my youth
As I hold to the break of day

When you've lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You've gotta hold on, hold onto yourself

When you've lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You've gotta hold on

Gotta hold on
Hold on, hold onto yourself