So hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong
I know, I know the punch clock doesn't chime, it tolls
Prolong, prolong all the time I have to sing you this song
Sometimes, sometimes tomorrow morning doesn't chime, it tolls

If I get so old that I forget all of this,
Hang these pictures by my bed
Retell me every story that I've forgotten,
So I can keep them as close as I can

So hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong
I know, I know that the punch clock doesn't chime, it tolls

These are the nights that make us feel that we belong

So hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong
These are the nights that make us feel that we belong
Sometimes, sometimes tomorrow morning doesn't chime, it tolls
These are the nights that make us feel that we belong