I've got a cobalt friend now he spends his time Looking for people to feed him lines. Feeling up his head then reaching for mine I ask him how he's doing and he says "Just fine". He calls it learning, but we know that he's dying. That seems to be the price when you're walking on ice It ain't so nice, but it helps to pass the time. You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on Before you fall, hey, before you fall.
At social functions of the marching band He takes his routine up on the stand, And trying to get the lay of the land You know he sings and dances in the burning sand Until someone puts a microphone in his hand. And then he will say as he slowly backs away "Another day perhaps you'll understand. You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on Before you fall, before you fall."
With maps and charts now he plots the skies Surrounds himself with mystic eyes Dwells on deeds of other lives, Sings secret chants and lullabies Then he'll come to sit and hypothesize Again and again about the shape that he's in. Well now he's my friend but I know that they're mostly sighs You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on Before you fall, before you fall.
And running behind the Hit Parade He yells out songs that others have made Unable to see his own masquerade You know he waves his sword with the gilt edge blade And I'd love to send him to Travelers' Aid For when he hears the sound of the stuff he's putting down He might drown in his own cascade. You got to hang on, you got to hang on, you got to hang on Before you fall, before you fall, Before you fall, fall, fall, before you fall, You got to hang on, Sloopy, hang on, Hang on before you fall, all right.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
