Lyndsay Diaries Hold
roll the windows down
turn that frown upside down
take the wheel
i need to feel the cold air on my cheeks
i love the way you're so unpredictable
you stole the keys
to your dad's convertible
we're gettin' out of here
hold on
she says, "don't slip from my grip"
hold on
well darlin' i'm holding on tight
forget your nine to five
don't even bother calling in sick
i'm not sure we'll be coming back
how's it home?
when there is nothing left to rely on
cause we've been living our lives like it's some kind
secret
we're not hiding anymore
hold on
she says, "don't slip from my grip"
hold on
well darlin' i'm holding on tight
i will follow that girl straight to heaven
and i won't let go
the notes pour from the speakers and she chooses her
words so carefully
the language it comes out so beautifully
and she says...
hold on
well darlin' i'm holding on tight
she says…
hold on
well darlin' i'm holding on tight
i will follow that girl straight to heaven
and i won't let go
