Hold on

Secrets are hid, secrets are kept

Secrets are better when left unsaid

The people who know me should really know better

I want to live a soap opera life

I’d live on melodrama every night

I want to be the actor who forgets all his lines

Colors are warm, colors are cold

Colors are different when the lights are low

Primary colors are the only ones that matter

Down in the delta where the mud is thick

A frog on a Lilly pad makes his wish

The gypsy would have helped but then it started to rain

Don’t you think I know all the answers

Hold on to what’s true

Or hold on to whatever your whim desires

Thinking of going to a party today

It starts at ten but I’m gonna be late

I can’t help it if I need to wash the headlights

Wish I could plug in a telephone line

I’d give ‘em an answer and show ‘em a sign

I wouldn’t come home so I could spend all my time

Don’t you think I know all the answers

Hold on to what’s true

Or hold on to whatever your whim desires