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