| The patriots hang flags outside |
| That’s how they do it nationwide |
| But back home we don’t care so much |
| I might be wrong but that’s how it looks |
| We listen to the sound of our minds |
| I feel as though I’m losing time |
| With hands of glory pushing rhymes |
| Never been so far before |
| I drove for days and weeks and more |
| Hard shoulder where the chaos lies |
| An invitation to the darker side |
| I’m holding on, holding on as my life it slips away |
| Spinning out my mind it twits |
| More worries than I can seem to list |
| I’ve served my purpose true and well but I haven’t yet got much to tell |
| I listen to the panic in my nerves |
| An agonizing journey home |
| With empty hands I stand alone |
| Face my family, face my friends |
| I’d better turn around and try again |
| I’m holding on, holding on as my life it slips away |