Whiskey wants a joke The Marlboro wants to smoke And tears need some salt to get by The thorn looks for a crown The beggar for a town And the woman is never satisfied Everyone’s looking For something to hold Some kind of savior They need to be told To hold on Baby needs a mother But the mother wants a lover And this house can’t find home anywhere The ship is scared to sink The thirsty scared to drink And I can’t find God way down here Everyone’s looking For something to hold Some kind of savior They need to be told To hold on Hold on You can run You can hide But nothing good ever really dies The pasture’s all dried out The crows are all cried out The hen hangs her head in the yard And I’m tired of running There’s got to be something For this cold broken down heart Everyone’s looking For someone to blame They sharpen their razors Go out as they came Someone tell ‘em to Someone tell ‘em to To hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Someone tell ‘em to hold on