Hold On - Jacob McCaslin

Oh it's the end, all childhood stories go
Nobody wins but we all get old

The bars and the swings all seem to lose their size
No going back but we can fantasize

Friends that we had, the trouble we used to make
We grew apart, time seems to separate

We should have known that when our eyes were closed
If we stopped counting backwards from 10 we'd find we'd be all alone

Hold on, hold on, hold on (before it slips away)
Hold on, hold on, hold on (tomorrow turns to yesterday)

We sailed on ships and flew in our fighter jets
No one in sight and no one to second guess

I can't seem to find the brown beat up jacket I wore
If I found it again I'm quite sure it wouldn't fit anymore

Pictures I took, they all developed too
Today they don't show us a passing of time like they used to do

Hold on, hold on, hold on (before it slips away)
Hold on, hold on, hold on (tomorrow turns to yesterday)

Looking back and all I had were excuses
What's the use in dwelling when hindsight is useless
I should have called
I should have called

I gotta hold on
I can't hold on