Hang On Tight - Ric Ocasek

Well, you’re running to the microchips

And you’re falling on your feet

And you’re running to the West side

And you’re trying to be discreet

And you’re falling for the hip line

And you’re busting out of here

And you’re hanging with the sublime

And you’re living out your fears, yeah

(Hang on)

But you hang on tight

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

Like love at first sight

(Hang on)

But you hang on tight

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

Like it was your last night

Your last night

And you’re dancing on the windowsills

And you’re popping things that count

And you never felt a real slide

No significant account

And you’re going around at warp speed

And you’re fishing for a break

And you’re living on the East side

And you never feel sedate

And you’re living in a dream world

And you’re jumping on the roof

And when you’re crawling down the hallway

You’re still trying to act aloof

But somewhere in your dark side

Everything’s fucked

It seeps into your vision

Of being thunderstruck, yeah

(Hang on)

And you hang on tight

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

Like love at first sight

(Hang on)

And you hang on tight

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

Like it was your last night

(Hang on tight)

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

(Hang on tight)

You hang on tight

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

(Hang on)

Like it was your last night

(Hang on)

Well, you hang on tight

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

Like love at first sight

(Hang on)

Yeah, you hang on tight

(And you’re running around

With your face in the ground)

Like it was your last right

(Hang on)

Like it was your last right

(Hang on)

(Hang on)