Lyrics

Hold.

Hey Mr Busdriver, you?ve never an empty seat
Can you tell me then why I feel so all alone
Riding everyday, down this same old street
Might not we take a different way home?

There goes Baby working nine to five
She?s taking home only some minimum wage
She?s living for maybe, someday in time
There?ll be more money than bills to be paid

Back home she?s got a little boy
The mournful tears cries as if he knows the harsh world they face
With him in her arms, pacing the floor in the dark
She whispers, ?this night will surely fade.. so just?
(chorus)
Hold out for something better
Hold out for better times
Just Hold on?

There goes Junior, they say ?he?s doing alright?
With them designer shoes and his 401k
But near behind the pressed lines there?s a man who feels that he might
Be paying a price no one should pay

Walking home through the streets where once
As a child he used to play
All their talk of big dreams and of living a life
Across the lot there comes a voice not soon to fade
Saying

Hold out for something better
Hold out for better times
Just Hold on?

There?ll be another night for dreaming
There?ll be a better love to find
There?ll come a dream that don?t break your heart
It?ll be a better life that finds us

Hey Mr Busdriver, you?ve never an empty seat
Can you tell me then why I feel so all alone
Riding everyday, down this same old street
Might not we take a different way home?

Hold out for something better
Hold out for better times
Just Hold on?