Pack your bags, run away Along the freeway, out of town Where light and the night is over It's alright From this bed, between the sheets Spilling over, spinning round Ain't it bitter, ain't it sweet, oh ho Holding, holding on to you again Holding, holding on to you again Don't rush it, don't rush it, my love Holding on, holding, holding on to you But you lie, on your back In the backseat of his car Kettle black, pepper night Dylan Thomas, passed around Passing out on the floor In the bathroom, black light vail We all need once again Sing the songs and Drink the wine, love, oh Oh well how long did we stay in there Well I can't believe my eyes Well how long did I take this Well I can't hold on no, hold on Holding, holding on to you again Holding, holding on to you again I'm ready I'm ready, my love Holding, holding on to you