I keep hol... din’ on enough to sayThat I’m wrong...I keep thinkin’ that I’m lonelyBut it’s only missing you insideDays that we were once togetherSeems will never come aliveSo I keep hol... din’ on to yesterdayI keep hol... din’ on enough to sayThat it’s wrongLord I don’t know when I’ll see youI can’t reach you anymoreWell if I’d only known I’d need youThen I’d keep you like before...Oooooh...Oooooh... oooooh...Aaaaah... aaaaah... aaaaah... aaaaah...I keep hol... din’ on to yesterdayYesterdayI keep hol... din’ on enough to sayMmm... that I’m wrong, wrong, wrongTo keep holdin’ onMy yesterdays have all gone by
but with little knowledge that UTC was “grunt gut gamel” foisted, hoisted, and roisted on an unknowing uncaring unsharing public simply because many were pronouncing it “Green Witch M
