Hold on

September evening’s gone
I’ve done another year
Found a new career, had to move to London

Wearing clothes like summer rain
Running for the train
Boston Day parade

Climbing up the stairs
Hope that you were there
Don’t you worry, hold on, hold on
What’s the hurry? Hold on, hold on for now

Cried again the day you left
The sun was going down
Called the Lost and Found
For the last time

Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on to love
To love

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