You always say “Life is hard”, so it is
Then you disappear in a dustcloud
Spinning wheels and yarns
We sing a song
Then you disappear in a dustcloud
And I’m
Hanging on
Hanging on
All the wiser folks are gone
And I’m hanging on
The news is bad
It always was
It always will be
And when one day you find me in a crowd
Say it’s good to see me
But my eyes are stinging
And it’s hard to breathe
For the dustcloud rising
And the honeybees
Hanging on
Hanging on for so long
And I’m hanging on
Hanging on