Hold On For Tomorrow

He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails

Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow

London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly

And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la

Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel

Trying not to make him sick again
Seeing what she can borrow

London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we're lost on the westway

So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la

Holding on for tomorrow

Trying not to be sick again
And holding for tomorrow

She's a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life

So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow

Jim stops and gets out the car,
Goes to a house in emperor's gate,

Through the door and to his room,
Then he puts the tv on,

Turns it off and makes some tea,
Says modern life is rubbish
I'm

Holding on for tomorrow,

Then Susan comes into the room,
She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile,

Says lets take a drive to primrose hill,
It's windy there and the view's so nice,

London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose

You're
Holding on for tomorrow?