Hold on to Everything,
While you're holding onto my hand,
Like the bones of your face that are holding your smile,
While the bones of your feet hold the land,
That is holding this city we lived in,
As it readies itself for the fall,
As it follows the planet back into the dark,
At the end of one slow summer's haul.
I think leaving things isn't hard,
'Cause we couldn't leave things any better,
But the hardest is happening right this minute,
When we're trying to just be where we are and,
Be here together.
In the morning all things are familiar,
We have coffee outside on the deck,
And our talk is as light as the boxes inside,
That haven't already been packed,
And the next time we meet we'll be strangers,
Though there's plenty to talk about,
And we'll try and pick up in the place we left off,
Which is here, and now.
I think leaving things isn't hard,
'Cause we couldn't leave things any better,
But the hardest is happening right this minute,
When we're trying to just be where we are and,
Be here together.
You know I can just go and keep going,
And forget what I'm going for,
And I rush away from the moment,
As if anything mattered more,
But we're here in the heat of the moment,
Where all of this wonder exists,
And before it comes time to drop everything,
Would you help me to hold this,
Could you help me to hold this?
I know leaving things isn't hard,
'Cause we couldn't leave things any better,
But the hardest is happening right this minute,
When we're trying to just be where we are and,
Be here together.