You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it’s gonna be a long road I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home [Chorus] Don’t read the last page But I stay when it’s hard, or it’s wrong Or we’re making mistakes I want your midnights But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day [Post-Chorus] Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you