How many timesndo we tire of all the little battles?n--threaten to call it quits;ntempted to cut and run?nnHow many timendo we weather out the stormy evenings?n--long to slam the doorndrive away into the setting sun?nnKeep going until dawn.nHow many times must another line be drawn?nWe could be down and gone,nbut we hold on.nnHow many timesndo we chafe against the repitition?n--straining against a fatenmeasured out in coffee breaks?nnHow many timesndo we swallow our ambitions?n--long to give up the same old way ;nfind another road to take?nnKeep holding on so longn'cause there's a chancenthat we might not be so wrong.nWe could be down and gone,nbut we hold on.nnHow many timesndo we wonder if it's even worth it?nThere's got to be some other waynto get me through these days.nn--but we hold on.