So hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong.nI know, I know the punch clock doesn't chime, it tolls. nProlong, prolong all the time I have to sing you this song.nSometimes, sometimes tomorrow morning doesn't chime, it tolls.nnIf I get so old that I forget all of this, nHang these pictures by my bed nRetell me every story that I've forgotten, nSo I can keep them as close as I can.nnSo hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong.nI know, I know that the punch clock doesn't chime, it tolls. nnThese are the nights that make us feel that we belong.nnSo hold, hold on to all the nights that make us feel we belong.nThese are the nights that make us feel that we belong.nSometimes, sometimes tomorrow morning doesn't chime, it tolls.nThese are the nights that make us feel that we belong.nThese are the nights that make us feel that we belong.