HOLD YOUR HEAD UP HIGH, SON.

I wonder if you're listening,
picking up on the signal sent back from within.
Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on.
Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here.

But there's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow.
And I can be on the last train home.
Watch it pass the day, as it fades away
No more time to care. No more time, today.

But we sing if we're going nowhere.
Yeah we sing if it's not enough.
And we sing, sing without a reason
to ever fall in love