Lyric

The kettle hums in the next room

Shoes by the door, mail on the floor

You tie your hair in a hurry

I steal a kiss, then you lock the door

Clocking in with a pocket of hope

Coffee rings on the break room glass

Bills in a stack, but we still laugh

You text me, “Breathe, we got this, yeah”

It’s a usual day

With a thousand little weights

But your hand in mine

Makes them lighter

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

Hold on, hold on

Me and you

Slow down the fear

Keep the faith near

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

On the bus, school bags and sneakers

Old stories trading seats at the side

A teen with a busted blue earbud

An old man nodding like he knows life

In the lunch line, in the checkout lane

In the socket wrench, in the paper cup

Every face got a hidden road

Every heart wants a way back up

It’s a long day

But we don’t fold

One kind word

Can turn the room

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

Hold on, hold on

Me and you

Slow down the fear

Keep the faith near

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

On holiday when the table’s full

Too many voices, too much to say

Some are wise with their quiet smiles

Some are wild and still find their way

The child with crayons on the napkin

The couple dancing in the hall

The worn-out worker, the dreamer too

Everybody needs a place to fall

Let the hard wind pass

Let the soft light stay

We can learn to bend

We can learn to stay

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

Hold on, hold on

Me and you

Slow down the fear

Keep the faith near

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

If the road gets sharp

And the words get cold

If your hands shake once

I will hold them

If the night feels long

And the room feels bare

Say my name once

I’ll be there

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

Hold on, hold on

Me and you

Slow down the fear

Keep the faith near

Hold on, hold on

We make it through

Hold on, hold on

Every age, every day

Hold on, hold on

We find our way

Love in the load

Grace in the grind

Hold on, hold on

We’re doing fine

Usual day, still a small miracle

Evening comes, and we’re still here

The table’s set, the door is open

We make it through, year by year