He's way out in Tennessee while his baby's back at home.
Hitting downtown Nashville, make his way back all alone.
With black 'X's on both hands and he is moving the floor.
The boy's only 18 years old, how was he to know?
When the cops showed up and they took him away.
He's heading Baymont solo, what a way to end the day.
So he stares at the ceiling and pictures the sky.
And wonders if she'll still be up this time of night.
Hold On. Hold On. To the love that once was in your heart.
Hold On. Hold On. But holding on was never enough for us.
All she wants is to dance and live her life out as the dream.
Take the final bow each night, close her eyes and fall asleep.
But real life keeps on pulling and reality is working.
Up at 4am isn't where she wants to be.
I don't know how much longer I can wait and keep this up.
Those were the final words she said before the payphone cut off.
She makes coffee for a living, he sings songs on a stage.
Maybe they're after different things and should go their separate ways.
Hold On. Hold On. To the love that once was in your heart.
Hold On. Hold On. But holding on was never enough for us.
Hold On. Hold On. To the love that once was in your heart.
Hold On. Hold On. But holding on was never enough for us.
Now he's back in London, hoping she's home.
But boy was he so wrong, coz she's long gone.