City streets crying out like banshees He's listening to the music in the night Cursing out the names that said his dreams would never be Giving into their ordinary lies Oh, oh - I won't break down He says, although he knows he's ripping at the seams Oh, oh - But he knows now They've got him wrapped around their fingertips Oh, he's wrapped around And he's holding onto hope with a glass of moonshine Drowning in the night as the stars collide And he's holding onto hope with a glass of cheap wine And he's holding onto hope with a glass of moonshine Drowning in the night as the stars collide And he's holding onto hope with a glass of cheap wine Oh, oh - I won't break down He says, although he knows he's ripping at the seams Oh, oh - But he knows now They've got him wrapped around their fingertips Oh, he's wrapped around