Hey Marseilles Hold Your Head
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
