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In the middle of the night
Everyone's sleeping
Once the bands have died down
And our brothers and our sisters have gone

I feel the shaking in my sides
Conscious and familiar
I pace some unfamiliar street
Until I pass out or calm down enough
And I can't tell you how desperate some times have gotten
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I nearly lost you
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home

And in the middle of the day
When the heat keeps on rising
The fear of sickness or breakdown or infidelity
Makes its rounds

And in the drag of the late afternoon
Settling in to evening
Well that I just can't describe with a dry eye
Or American words

And I can't tell you how many times I just want to lie down
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I nearly lost you Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your old fifty-five that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart

Hold on, hold on, hold on

You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria
You gotta just Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home

These records and these bands
Ain't ? really matter
To these hands and these arms
And this tired Irish heart made of stone

You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on