Brian T Parks - The Tips of My Fingers Lyrics

Some days are easy
And some are nowhere near
Sometimes it feels like I'm the last survivor here
Just like Crusoe on his island
Or a hermit in his cave
It's the solitary life style that you crave

Some days are cloudy
With skies that promise rain
But I know that one day I will see the sun again
Like explorers in the jungle
Or a tiger in the zoo
It's the promises that keep me fighting through

And if you ask me how I do it
I confess that I don't know
I keep plodding on regardless
Like an actor in a show

Cos I'm just holding on tight by the tips of my fingers
And in the darkest of nights still the memory lingers
While evr'ything that's gone
Makes it harder hanging on
But I keep holding on (By the tips of my fingers)
Holding on (by the tips of my fingers)

Sometimes the best lines
Are better left unsaid
And you spend your whole life saying other words instead
Then there's all those twisty pathways
That you never will explore
For the straight and narrow path it promised more

And if you ask me how I do it
I'll admit I've no idea
I keep plodding on regardless
Singing everything I hear

Cos I'm just holding on tight by the tips of my fingers
And in the darkest of nights still the memory lingers
While evr'ything that's gone
Makes it harder hanging on
I keep holding on (By the tips of my fingers)
Holding on (By the tips of my fingers)
Holding on (By the tips of my fingers)
Holding on (By the tips of my fingers)
Holding on