I can see the white cliff
There's an old tree by the window
And the wind beats hard when
Down, down, down, in my own town
And when the morning comes
And you, hold on to what you've got
I can still remember driving in the rain
Looking out of an eighteen year old
Then the days were longer
Was there something in a kiss
Well I don't know if it's this old place
And when the morning comes
And you, hold on to what you've got
Now Here in the heart of the city
That big machine keeps rolling on
The rains still falling down
And I look out over my street
That got caught up in the win
They broke some guy who lived down
the block, and threw him back again
And when the morning comes
And you, hold on to what you've got