Hold On To It Lyrics - Singles - Brooke Miller

Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase 

Rimmed with little key chain hearts 

And they tore those giant tents down 

Lions in the pouring rain 

And the birds in the pouring rain 

Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman 

Who had a glory bound lonely gaze 

She used to fit her head 

Inside an elephant's mouth 

With some kind of solitude grace 

When you find it, oh you better use it up 

You better hold on to it 

Like it's an answer to your prayers 

Spring is coming early this year, you can tell 

'Cause everybody's got their old jobs back 

No one stays too long around here 

They left circles in the wide back fields 

And the farmers tried to cover up the scars 

You can still run your hands over soft black earth 

And wonder where they are 

Oh but my son left for the fields today 

He's a fourth generation 

Works good with his hands 

Got his mother's cheeks and a big brass heart 

And boy he loves to work that land 

Out on the streets in my new city 

You can see where shadows 

Make prints on the pavement 

They know when the Salvation Army truck 

Comes around 

Lions in the pouring rain 

And they're birds in the pouring rain 

They hold their cups 

Out by the side of the circus tent doors 

Between the bank and the HMV 

But you never hear 

The rattle on a rich man's coat 

Who's got it locked up with a key