Verse 1

You said the road would hold us

Past the quarry and the pines

But the rain came through the canvas

And the creek took all our signs

Pre-Chorus

Now the water climbs the doorstep

And the old boards start to bend

You can hear the county bridge give

But I won't leave you again

Chorus

Hold on, hold on, through the breaking ground

Keep your hand in mine when the walls come down

We have one more mile, we have one more try

I will carry you until the morning arrives

Verse 2

There’s a matchbook in your pocket