Hanging On

Your momma can’t stand the way you lay around all day

and lean on her to help you on your way

You use her credit cards, complain cause it’s so hard

to live with all the whiteness you’ve obtained

So you pack up all your things and cut those apron strings

and set out for a drastic change of scene

You hump it town to town and never let them down

or take the time to ponder what it means

You climb up to the roof to smoke a few

and calm down from your day and soak the view

and you wonder what the hell you’re gonna do

to hang on

It isn’t any wonder when the darkness pulls you under

from the weight of all your wonderment

and the price you have to pay

leaves you feeling kinda sickly and it all comes due so quickly

it’s hard to get out from under it

The night it grows so long but you put it in a song

that suddenly the whole world wants to sing

So you move to higher ground and set some deep roots down

and try to keep your grip on everything

Sometimes in the silence of the night

that voice might try to tell you it’s not right

you close your eyes and try with all your might

to hang on