Till The Cows Come Home

You told me to hold on here

To hold on like day old beer

To hold on for your return

May I yearn and burn?

I sit in my rocking chair

And swing like a doctrinaire

On things that won't be so

Up and down

Day by day, all night long,

All the years you have been gone

I hold on here

Till the cows come home

The bitterness inside me

Embraces me totally

And opens me finally

I have been alone

I hold on a rocking chair again

And swing like a doctrinaire again

On things that won't be so

Up and down

Day by day, all night long,

All the years you have been gone

I hold on here

Till the cows come home

Oh god I'm yearning,

I'm always burning

For things that are gone

But now I'm learning

To stop turning around, to hold on

That's not a song about you,

not about me, not about anyone

Maybe an outstanding account to be paid

For all the days, all night long, all the years

I hold on till the cows come home