Hang on, Hang on Yes it's the little things Yes it's the little things That do us harm I'm not a stranger Ain't a mystery When we both get it wrong Stay here for a little while more Cause it's the funny things Yes it's the funny things I need a friend Not an angel What do you do when the drowning stops And what you though was a hurricane Was just the rustling of the wind Why you think we need amazing grace Just to tell it like it is Well, I don't need no doctor to tear me all apart I just need you, to mend my heart Hang on, I'll try to look you in the eye You know you should've apologized Or should I've apologized Is there an answer What do you do when the drowning stops