Empty Hands

The patriots hang flags outside
That’s how they do it nationwide
But back home we don’t care so much
I might be wrong but that’s how it looks
We listen to the sounds, of our minds
I feel as though I’m losing time
With hands of glory pushing rhymes
Never been so far before
I drove for days and weeks and more
Hard shoulder where the chaos lies
An invitation to the darker side and I’m
Holding on,
I am holding on,
I am holding on as my life it slips away
Holding on,
I am holding on,
I am holding on as my life it slips away

Spinning out my mind it twists
More worries than I can seem to list
I’ve served my purpose true and well
But I haven’t yet got much to tell
I listen to the panic in my nerves
An agonising journey home
With empty hands I stand alone
Face my family, face my friends
I’d better turn around and try again as I’m
Holding on,
I am holding on,
I am holding on as my life it slips away
Holding on,
I am holding on,
I am holding on as my life it slips away
my life it slips away
my life it slips away
Holding on,
I am holding on,
I am holding on as my life it slips away
Holding on,
i am Holding on,
Holding on,i am Holding on,
Holding on,
I am holding on
I am holding on as my life it slips away
my life it slips away