Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
(Dear life.)
(For dear life.)
Spinning head in a stranger's bed
Has never really been her style
But she doesn't care
She just needs somewhere to lay down for a while
She can't go home and she can't be alone
There's no place in this world
But she can tune it out by thinking about
That happy little girl. (Yeah.)
And now she's hanging on
For dear life, dear life has got her hanging on
For dear life, dear life, yeah, yeah
For dear life, dear life, has got her hanging on
(For dear life.)
(For dear life.)
He got back from a tour in Iraq
And he was lucky to be alive
But he wasn't the same and the nightmares came
And he lost his nine to five
His friends all said he wasn't right in the head
And just couldn't cope anymore
Left his wife and his kid
Now he's off the grid
Fighting a different war
Barely hanging on
For dear life, dear life, has got him hanging on
For dear life, dear life, dear life
For dear life, dear life, has got him hanging on
Some days, it comes over me
And I can barely breathe
All this fury pressing down on me
I don't ever want to leave
(It's got me hanging on)
To dear life, dear life, got me hanging on
To dear life, dear life, life, yeah
To dear life, dear life, has got me hanging on
To dear life, dear life, oh, yeah
Oh dear life, dear life, got me hanging on
To dear life, dear life, dear life, yeah
To dear life, dear life, dear life