HANG ON IN THERE

HANG ON IN THERE

I write this in the bathroom
Waiting for the water to run.
Another day on the slide,
Another day off I can do without
I heard a voice say -

'Hang on in there'

Another application,
Another day unqualified.
The man on the tele he said
'There's work out there',
It must be me who's lazy
I try tell myself to

Hang on in there

I need my freedom, but the rent needs paying
Those who say otherwise got the money to say it!
They tell me stop dreaming, but I'm wide awake
And there's music to be made.

Another night in,
Waiting for the call to come,
I check my phone all the while -
The charger's old
I had to fix it up with sellotape -
I hope it lasts out.

Hang on in there

Short of paper
I wrote this on the back of my CV -
I've been reading it a lot lately -
Ten years of work
That don't define me at all.
My girl tells me to

Hang on in there

Hang on in there.
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This is a song I wrote sat in the bathroom one morning last summer, sat with me guitar whilst running a bath.  The title's nicked from a soul song I was into at the time and the music was inspired by John Martyn.  Sometimes you don't have to invent anything with lyrics, just write the truth melodically.  When I went busking in Walsall, this was the first tune I played.