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 got a 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 got a hold on hope   It's the last thing that's holding me      Look at the talk box   In mute frustration at the station   There hides the cowboy      Look at the talk box   In mute frustration at the station   There hides the cowboy   His campfire flickering on the landscape      But nothing grows on but the time still goes on   Through each life of misery   Everybody's got a hold on hope   It's the last thing that's holding me      Everybody's got a hold on hope   It's the last thing that's holding me   Everybody's got a hold on hope   It's the last thing that's holding me