Someone To Blame

HOLD ON

They hung a sign up in our town 

"if you live it up, you won't 

Live it down" 

So, she left Marty Rio's son 

Just like a bullet leaves a gun 

With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips 

She went and took that California trip 

Well, the moon was gold, her 

Hair like wind 

She said don't look back just 

Come on Jim 

Oh you got to 

Hold on, Hold on 

You got to hold on 

Take my hand, I'm standing right here 

You gotta hold on. 

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch 

And a ring made from a spoon 

Everyone is looking for someone to blame 

But you share my bed, you share my name. 

Well, go ahead and call the cops 

You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops 

She said baby, I still love you 

Sometimes there's nothin left to do 

Oh you got to 

Hold on, hold on 

You got to hold on 

Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to hold on…

– as sung by Tom Waits