How many times
do we tire of all the little battles?
--threaten to call it quits;
tempted to cut and run?
How many time
do we weather out the stormy evenings?
--long to slam the door
drive away into the setting sun?
Keep going until dawn.
How many times must another line be drawn?
We could be down and gone,
but we hold on.
How many times
do we chafe against the repitition?
--straining against a fate
measured out in coffee breaks?
How many times
do we swallow our ambitions?
--long to give up the same old way ;
find another road to take?
Keep holding on so long
'cause there's a chance
that we might not be so wrong.
We could be down and gone,
but we hold on.
How many times
do we wonder if it's even worth it?
There's got to be some other way
to get me through these days.
--but we hold on.