Hold On (Tom Waits)

They hung a sign up in our town
If you live it up you won't live it down
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
She said "don't look back, just come on, Jim"

You gotta hold on, hold on
You gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
So go ahead, call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said "baby, I still love you"
Sometimes there's nothin' left to do

You gotta hold on, hold on
You gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on

Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis' got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothin' left to keep you here
When you're falling behind this big blue world

You gotta hold on, hold on
You gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on

Down by the Riverside Motel
It's ten below and falling
By a 99 cent store, she closed her eyes and started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way,
When it's cold and there's no music
When your old hometown is so far away
But inside your head there's a record that's playing
A song called "Hold on"

Hold on, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right there,
You gotta hold on.

(Aquí "Hold_On", para escucharla si se quiere.)

Perdón, Señor Renfield. No lo pude evitar.