From TG&Y

Out behind the Safeway, just before the flood

Huffed some cans of spray paint and began to vomit blood

One more night in this town's gonna break me, I just know

Hang on to your dreams 'til someone makes you let them go

Stumbled on down Indian Hill, tail between my legs

Sick taste in my mouth, Folgers Crystals and hard boiled eggs

If I can't run away tonight, I don't know what I'll do

Hang on to your dreams 'til someone beats them out of you

Do what you have to do, go where you have to go

When the time comes to loosen up your grip, you'll know

Called my friend in New York, three thousand miles away

Halfway through her metamorphosis, nothing I could say

Hoard my small resentments like rare and priceless gems

Hang on to your dreams until there's nothing left of them