Holding On To The Earth

If I close my eyesI'm afraid I won't wake upIf I stop and listenI'm afraid I'll hear too muchTrying to hold on to the earthHolding on for what it's worthI've got a long black cadillacmarble hot tub in the backChampagne waterfallsolid gold question mark twenty feet tallTry to paint a world of shapesOver the holes as we're fallingThe tightened grip is our mistakeAs we're trying to hold on to the earthLooking for his namewet on brave lips carved on roadLook for flame and mercyHope that tired hands can hold