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In the middle of the night, When everyone is sleeping Once the bands have died down And our brothers and our sisters have gone I feel the shaking in my sides, Conscious and familiar I pace some unfamiliar street Until I pass out or calm down enough And I can't tell you how desperate some times I've gotten You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I nearly lost you You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home And in the middle of the day, when the heat keeps on rising The fear of sickness, or breakdown or infidelity Makes its rounds And in the drag of the late afternoon, settling in to evening Well, that I just can't describe with a dry eye or American words And I can't tell you how many times I just want to lie down You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I nearly lost you Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old fifty-five that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart Hold on, hold on, hold on! You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home These records and these bands and electric guitars really matter To these hands and these arms and this tired Irish heart made of stone You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on