Hold On Hope - Glen Campbell

Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously

Where lies 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, then it’s time to leave

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 talk-box, mute frustration

At the station, there rides the cowboy

Look at the talk-box, mute frustration

At the station, there rides the cowboy

Campfire flickering on the landscape

That nothing grows on, time still goes on

Through each life 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