The Fold
Hold On
I had that stupid dream again where I meet my end
On the top of the car on the 90
In my hands, I hold all my favorite things
One by one they fall behind me

Is this some kind of cheap metaphor for the way I lived?
I haven't had a chance to process it
So I hold on for dear life
Hold on, tonight

Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Just hold on, tonight

I sway and shove to the meter of
One thousand cars at full speed
I know deep within me that I'm still asleep
But my brain won't tell my body

It feels like a subconscious revenge for the way I lived
I haven't had a chance to process it
So I hold on to my sheets
I hold on tonight
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Just hold on, tonight

To say I already knew the way
To get my mind off of you in a way
In a way, I don't want to
In a way, it's all that I needed to say

To say I already knew the way
To get my mind off of you in a way
In a way, I don't want to
In a way, it's all that I needed to say

Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Hold on, hold on
Bah, bah-bah-bah (You best believe it)
('Cause it's happening before you knew it)
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Just hold on, tonight