Baby, Hold On

I remember you banging pots and pans
As grandma clapped her hands and oh how you laughed
And the night train through the Alps
Monterosso and chocolate for breakfast in Milan
And I know I ain't got much
But at least it's something lovely I can touch from the past
And yeah I know I ain't got much
But at least it's still something I've got of us

And I just hope you know how much I wished that I was there
And I just hope you know how I wished that I was there more
But hoping isn't being, no, hoping isn't being there, now is it?
And wishing isn't being, no, wishing isn't being there, now is it?

No, hoping isn't being there. Hoping isn't being there, now is it?
No, wishing isn't being there. Wishing isn't being there, now is it?
No, hoping isn't being there. Hoping isn't being there, is it?
And no, wishing isn't being there. Wishing isn't being there, now is it?

But baby, baby, hold on. But baby, baby, hold on
Cuz I'm trying. Yeah I'm trying to come home
Yeah I'm trying to come home

But trying isn't being. But trying isn't being, now is it?
But trying isn't being. No, trying isn't being, now is it?
And wishing isn't being. No, wishing isn't being, now is it?
No nothing is being there but being there, now is it?

So baby, baby, hold on. And baby, baby, hold on
Cuz I'm trying. Yeah I'm trying...
To get home