Sittin' on the porch of his weathered old house,
Watchin' his grandkids play, reminiscing his spouse,
He's seen families come, watched old friends move on,
Holds the memories close of the days now long gone.
Through the winds, through the fire,
Hold On!
Fueled by hope, fueled by desire.
Hold On!
As the storm in your eyes rages,
Hold On!
When the fire turns to ashes,
Hold On.
How about that parade back in '85,
The whole town was boomin', felt so alive.
Saw the factory shut down, and the drought years too,
But laughter still echoed, as strong hearts pushed through.
Through the winds, through the fire,
Hold On!
Fueled by hope, fueled by desire.
Hold On!
As the storm in your eyes rages,
Hold On!
When the fire turns to ashes,
Hold On.
Watchin' the sunset, just like a flame,
Knowin' tomorrow won't be quite the same.
Yet there's comfort in rhythms, in the slow changin' scenes,
In knowin' that life is exactly what it means.
Through the winds, through the fire,
Hold On!
Fueled by hope, fueled by desire.
Hold On!
As the storm in your eyes rages,
Hold On!
When the fire turns to ashes,
Hold On.
Hold on! through the fire, through the rain,
Hold on! through the joy, through the pain.
Hold on... Hold on...