Hang
Written by Jeff R Hilton 2022
RUNNING AROUND IN THIS SAME OLD LITTLE TOWN
NOT SURE WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING
I'M GOING FROM ONE THING TO THE NEXT
NEVER SURE
IF I'VE REALLY BEEN THERE
I'M NOT SURE IF I CARE
CAUSE IF I DID IT WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING
MY SPIRIT'S ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD
I RUN TO CATCH IT
SEE WHERE IT LED
AND IF I DON'T LIKE WHAT I SEE
I CLOSE MY EYES AND WISH TO BE
WHERE I BELONG
I HOPE THAT IT DOESN'T TAKE TOO LONG
I HOPE THAT YOU CAN SEE
WHAT THIS IS DOING TO ME
SURE IT'S QUIET HERE
MIDNIGHT RINGS IN SILENCE
HANG
TIL YOU CAN'T HOLD ON ANYMORE
WHY SHOULD I EVEN TRY
THIS TOWN
HAS GOT ME SO FAR DOWN LOW
I COULD JUST TURN MY BACK AND GO
NO ONE WOULD NOTICE THAT I'M GONE
I'M NOT SURE IF I BELONG
AS MUCH AS I TRIED TO CONVINCE MYSELF
I'M FARAWAY FROM SURE
I CANT HELP TO THINK
THAT YOU'RE THE ONLY CURE
LIFT ME FROM THIS RESTLESS SLEEP
I THINK ITS TIME
I LAID DOWN WITH YOU
LEFT ALL THIS BEHIND
TRADE IT IN FOR A PEACE OF MIND
TO HAVE YOU NEAR ENOUGH AGAIN
IS ALL I COULD NEED
HANG
TIL YOU CAN'T HOLD ON ANYMORE
WHY SHOULD I EVEN TRY
THIS TOWN HAS GOT ME SO FAR DOWN LOW
I COULD JUST TURN MY BACK AND GO
