Hang On

Don't look too far ahead, don't walk too tall, 
if you can't take one more step, maybe you can crawl, 
and whether we're moving down this road in directions only we allow, 
or it's just the road that's moving us, it'll do for now. 

I've longed to wash away these dusty miles, 
I've longed to stop with you and rest a while, so in my dreams I turn to you and cry outloud your name to catch your eye, 
but it's just a dream; you walk on by, 

   Should the dark overtake us, shout outloud lest I go numb, 
   Hang on, the day comes, the day comes. 

Amid spectacle and fanfare we choose, 
to help overcome the temptation to refuse, 
We cannot see the drudgery, despair and decay, 
and even when we can it seems best to look away. 

One by one the things on which I'd lean, 
pass away no longer to be seen, 
and like a child I let my anger show, 
and say I'm glad to see them go, 
though down inside, wish it weren't so, 
down inside, wish it weren't so. 

     When there's nothing inside you, when no dream could e'er restore,
     Hang on, you've got to dream more, dream more. 
  
Even in the stillness, some restlessness remains, 
an underlying tension, I can't explain, 
and I could spend all my tomorrows as well as my today, 
worrying 'bout what's bound to come and what's slipped away. 
But we have other ways to pass the time, 
and always one more mountain left to climb, 
so the sorrow and the pain you're forced to bear, 
and all your hope to find meaning there, 
pack it away into a prayer, 
safely away into a prayer. 
 
     Should all others forsake us, should the sun fall from above,
     We'll hang on, to your love.

Copyright 1999 Lunge Music