Hold Your Head (Hey Marseilles)

The coming mornings, without warning will claim the lives we know All together, for worse or better the drops will fill the boat The home abandoned, the neighbor's cannon peeking through the door The New York market, a poor man's pocket it never needed more You're one less call to make One less fall to break Hold your head on straight Hold your head on straight The perfect pattern of love and laughter is no reason to stay I will hold you 'til we know to go our separate ways You're one less call to make One less fall to break Hold your head on straight Hold your head on straight