| Yeah, hold on
|
| Sometimes there are things
|
| You can only tell a stranger
|
| And we all have our demons
|
| That’s something I know about
|
| And you remember the first time you saw her
|
| Her hair was more than blond, man, it was white
|
| And you remember the smell of her sweet perfume
|
| And the sounds of the engines
|
| And the tail lights as she pulled out of sight
|
| Oh, you try to hold on
|
| When something is gone away for good
|
| Out in the rain
|
| How can you face the night again?
|
| Her voice is calling to you
|
| Pulling you close to the flame
|
| Never surrender
|
| When you can hold on
|
| Places where no one
|
| Remembers your name
|
| And your living on the edge
|
| Close to the flame
|
| And you’re standing on the side of the road, man
|
| And I mean you’re watching the cars pass you by
|
| Just wondering where they’re going
|
| Ooh, ooh, yeah, fighting the feeling
|
| And you’re living out in the street man
|
| And I mean there’s nothing over your head but the sky
|
| And the rain comes down and slaps you up
|
| And slaps you on the face
|
| You try to be strong
|
| When something is gone away for good
|
| Out in the rain
|
| How can you face the night again?
|
| Her voice is calling to you
|
| Pulling you close to the flame
|
| Never surrender when you can hold on
|
| Places where no one
|
| Remembers your name
|
| And your living on the edge
|
| Close to the flame
|
| You can try to change it, if you can explain it
|
| And you try to be strong while you’re holding on
|
| And you’re looking for lot at the end of the road
|
| Her voice is calling to you
|
| Pulling you close to the flame
|
| Never surrender
|
| When you can hold on
|
| Places where no one
|
| Remembers your name
|
| And your living on the edge
|
| Her voice is calling to you
|
| Pulling you close to the flame
|
| Never surrender
|
| When you can hold on
|
| Places where no one
|
| Remembers your name
|
| And your living on the edge
|
| Close to the flame
|
| And your living on the edge
|
| Close to the flame
|
| And your living on the edge
|
| Her voice is calling to you
|
| Pulling you close, close to the flame
|
| Never surrender
|
| When you can hold on
|
| Her voice is calling to you
|
| Pulling you close, close to the flame
|
| And your on the edge
|
| Close to the flame
|
| Close to the flame
|
| Close to the flame |