As I stepped to the edge Of the shadow of a doubt With my conscience beating Like the pulse of a drum That hammers on and on Until I reach the break of day When the Sun beats down On The halfway house As my conscience beating The sound in my ear The will that persevere As I reach the break of day When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling onto You gotta hold on, hold on onto yourself A cry of hope A plea for peace And my conscience beating It's not what I want for It's all that I need To reach the break of Day So I run to the edge Of the shadows of a doubt With my conscience bleeding Here lies the truth The lost treasures of my youth As I hold on to the break of day When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling onto You gotta hold on, hold on onto yourself When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling onto You gotta hold on, gotta hold on, hold on Hold on onto yourself