My memory is fleeting with age
As I prepare to touch my pen to the fiber of this page
All the ink will run dry long before
I can write my final tale, given all that lies in store

I'm holding on for delight
I barrel through the good times
After crawling through the stripe
Every moment passing never to return
I'm getting along in my days
Sipping through the sadness for the calm of better days

So long as I keep breathing,
I can find my way

I just can't give in World's so dead that I am living in
I hold out for something else,
Something words can never tell
Can't tell

From my way beyond the darkest straight into the light
Promises I'll have my wits to guide me through the night
I don't dare to turn my head to either side
It all leads me to sway
Like the words that people say
But they won't sweep me away, not today

I just can't give in World's so dead that I am living in
I hold out for something else
Something bigger than, something better than,
Something I can stand to find
Yeah yeah